Buttercups

The fields are covered in flowers at this time of year. Almost a sea of Buttercups, and when you walk through them, your feet turn yellow. When I was wee there used to be a game where we held a Buttercup just below another persons the chin and if (when) a yellow reflection appeared on the chin, we would say, "Ah, you must like butter!" as if it was a great revelation. I suspect that this game would need to be played on a smart-phone these days!