It is years since I have seen a field of buttercups. While this couldn't really be called a field, it still brought back childhood memories of how we used to hold a buttercup under a chin and if it made a yellow glow that person was said to like butter. The fact that everybody's chin glowed yellow was neither here nor there and, anyway, who doesn't like butter.
If you look closely, you can just see a yellow glow.
Someone is not going to thank me in years to come for the very unflattering angle at which this photo was taken.
I love the simplicity of these little yellow flowers.