The last time I got excited about a buttercup, I was maybe 7 or 8 years old and held a blossom under a friend’s chin to see the reflected glow that supposedly revealed a fondness for butter.
As an adult I view buttercups, although cheerfully bright, as nuisance weeds with tenacious roots. But the other day, by Meadowbrook Pond, I spotted a patch with splashes of white on the petals! Bi-color buttercups! A naturally occurring mutation. Perhaps not quite on the order of a Dan Hinkley Himalayan trekking discovery, and certainly not commercially appealing, with their tendency to spread, sprawl and subjugate, but a discovery of a rarity nonetheless!
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