"Sunlight came softly through my window today. . . ." — a line from Donovan that flits through my mind on mornings like this.
|Allium brandegeei ???|
And outside, Blue and I discovered the first Wasatch bluebells poking their heads through the leaves.
Crouching down to be close to the flowers, we're suddenly awash in the scent of wild onions!
And just because they are so delicate and pretty and even hopeful in the dry grasses and leaves, another photo of spring beauties.