Snow on the buttercups. This was bound to happen. Happy TGIF, everyone!
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3 comments:
Yep! I picked one of our buttercups that had bloomed. It's still in a bud vase in my kitchen. (Ah, the cruel irony of snow starting at 3 pm on a Friday!) :)
Awwww man! I had a feeling that was going to happen. Hope you got to cut some before the snow came!
Poor little guys :o(
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