i dedicate this simple flower we call “butter cups” in the south because it symbolizes the simple pleasures my mom always celebrated. she told me a story once about smelling these in my grandmother’s gardens and would laugh when they both got “butter” on their noses from the pollen. her face, when she told the story, was as child like and full of sparkle! that’s the way i remember her best. (died of breast cancer april 1944 – november 2002)
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