She wove a crown of buttercups and placed it gently on his head.

She lay in the buttercupped meadow, tracing patterns on the sky as bees hummed around her.

She picked a buttercup from the field and placed it in her notebook.

Each spring the meadow was dotted with bright yellow bulbous buttercups that nodded in the breeze.

After the rain, creeping buttercups gleamed like tiny coins across the pasture.

In spring, the fields were dotted with bright Bermuda buttercups that hummed with bees.

Glacier buttercups carpet the rocky moraine each summer, adding bright yellow patches to the otherwise stark landscape.

In the dewy meadow, the bulbous buttercup caught the morning light and painted the grass with tiny yellow suns.

The creeping buttercup had spread through the garden overnight, crowding out the seedlings.

The glacier buttercup clung to the rocky crevice, its tiny white petals a rare flash of life against the ice.