out here. Spreading from horizon to horizon, unhindered by the fog of city lights, it brightens and blankets us, bewilders us, curls its toes into our warm edges. It's no wonder we reach up and think we can gather the stars in our hands.
Posts tagged: blossoms
But barlow columbine is by far the prettiest. I need to take some photos now that they’ve opened more completely.
First columbine to bloom.
