The queen of all wild flowers, the Wild Orchid. Take a look at its delicate construction as it starts to unfold, from the bottom up.
The cherry blossoms. I am hopeful for lots of tasty cherries this year. I plan on making at least one hundred jars of cherry jam. Let's see how much I actually get done.
This is the flower growing on my rhubarb plant which came back this year on its own! It's kind of wierd but cute at the same time.
Oh, and this year, the lilacs are just unreal. You cannot go outside without being blasted by their perfume. A symphony for the senses, they are.
Nature is exploding, as we knew it would way back when, when we were buried under mountains of snow (did I really live through that? I think my delicate psyche has protected itself by blocking some memories involving salt tablets and propane deliveries).
Here are a few examples of what is going on. I am stopping old ladies who I see on the side of the street, plastic bags filled with green weeds. Six springs into this experience, and I still cannot identify the things picked from our field which they put into their torta verde. Maybe some day.