On a recent wildflower hunt, we tramped the hills for miles before finding a few blooms peeking warily out of the ground. I can understand their trepidation. We had gales and rainbows last week, 78 degrees F on Monday, snow on Tuesday, hard frost Wednesday morning. Has April ever been so temperamental?
I didn't see this tiny Indian paintbrush until I almost stepped on it. I can hardly wait until the real paintbrush party begins!
While her people looked for flora, Ellie searched for fauna (rabbits and pronghorn antelope). She had less success than we did.
We found a passel of brave phlox atop a windblown hill, hugging the earth for warmth. Perhaps their bluish tint was from the cold.
"Comebacks are God's specialty. He loves turning around impossible circumstances." ~Tony Evans