Wild Things

Boy, I do love spring. Color and nature burst forth at such a rapid rate that it is hard to take it all in. I especially love the spring wildflowers. Over the years, I have discovered patches of different kinds of wildflowers. Each spring, I go looking again to see if they are blooming in the same spot. 

This year, along our road, next to a little stream that dries out in the summer, there was a massive group of beautiful maroon trillium. I couldn't believe my luck in seeing them. They are done now but I was lucky enough to get a few photos to share. 

Bluets are not very rare but they sure are pretty.  I love the dainty little flowers and the pretty light bluish-purple tinge on the outside of the petals. They remind me of the forget-me-knots my Mom and Dad grew in their garden although they are much closer to the ground. 

This little yellow flower is new to me. My neighbor Debbie told me about them in the cemetery on East Hill. I'm not sure what they are called (do you?) but they are so delicate and have mottled leaves.

This whitish-green flower was next to the trilliums. It was so elegant. I don't know its name either. I'm hoping one of my readers might know. 

The Virginia Bluebells in my garden are almost done. 

The flowering quince is one of my favorite spring flowering shrubs. Love the color.

I hope you get a chance to enjoy the wildflowers where you live.

Here are the wild puppies Beau and Sadie rolling around on their still favorite moss. Giant puppies. 

We've got a new litter of kittens. Here is Spunky.

Here is Spot. I'm looking for homes for both of them if you are in the market for a farm-raised kitten with good hunting instinct.