I had to take some more photos of the single tiny Columbine flower that Maria found in the woods yesterday. The flowers speak for themselves; I’ll let their beauty, grace, and emotion do the talking. I can’t get the Columbine out of my head.

I’m signing out tonight. In the morning, we’re heading to a Spring Festival in town, celebrating the return of the Farmer’s Market to its beautiful outdoor space and a multi-million dollar restoration project taking shape on our Main Street.

Things are changing here. If we don’t run out of time and have nice weather, I plan to plant some seeds and plants in the garden bed tomorrow. I hope you enjoy these wildflower photos; they are special to me.

The wildflowers have a remarkable impact on me; I will photograph them while they last. Thanks for coming along.

I fell in love with a buttercup sticking proudly out of the bouquet Maria made for me, fresh-picked from the woods.

The Columbine won’t last much longer, and I wanted to get my licks in before it died. Wildflowers generally live only a short time.