Ranunculus Quotes

“And then there was the expansive garden that ran the length of the rear of the house- lush with color and fragrances that seemed to burst from every branch and bloom. Whoever had designed it possessed a keen eye for beauty, each plant chosen with obvious care and an affinity for nature.
She'd even acquired a new cat from its depths, a stray orange tom she found wandering among the hydrangea bushes one morning. An offered dish of milk and he'd been her bosom beau ever since. She'd decided to call him Ranunculus because Buttercup was far too feminine a name for such a large and impressive male. She gazed at him now where he slept in the sunshine, basking like a small potentate in the heat of the day.”
― Tracy Anne Warren, Seduced by His Touch

“Ranunculus chose that moment to saunter inside, the big orange cat going straight across to Jack to rub against his trouser legs. Clearly unconcerned about any hair the feline might be leaving behind, Jack bent to stroke the cat's striped head and back.
"I see the two of you have already met," she remarked, observing the friendly byplay.
Soft purrs issued from the cat, his eyes closing with contentment as Jack scratched him under his chin. "Indeed," Jack said. "This big fellow introduced himself to me while you were sleeping. He's quite expert at hogging the sofa." His gaze moved to the cat. "Aren't you... Ranunculus, is it not?"
"That's right," she confirmed. Obviously Jack had gleaned additional "interesting details" from the servants.
He stroked the cat's head, his voice lowering. "At least she didn't call you Buttercup, old man."
"You know what ranunculus means?" she said, surprised.
His gaze swung up to meet hers. "I know a great deal more on that subject than you might imagine. Let's just say you... inspired me to learn.”
― Tracy Anne Warren, Seduced by His Touch

“I thought wanting something more eclectic would make me easy to please, but when I explained my vision, most of the places we've visited have looked at me like I've got four eyes."
"Roses and babies' breath." Alice nodded. "Maybe the occasional daisy or ranunculus. Although I do love ranunculus. They've got such a whimsy about them.”
― Ashley Clark, Where the Last Rose Blooms

“I glanced into the basket at a pair of beautiful pale apricot-colored flowers. "Are those roses?"
"They look like roses but they're ranunculus. Stunning, aren't they?" She picked them up, holding them close to her face as she wiggled her pale eyebrows. "They symbolize attractiveness and charm.”
― Heather Webber, In the Middle of Hickory Lane