In defense of spring and wildflowers
By Daniela Ginta
It is finally here. The warmth we’ve all been looking forward to after a long-drawn winter. Hills are dressed in emerald green, and peppered with abundant bunches of arrowleaf balsamroot flowers. More wildflowers emerge every day. It’s the kind of show you can find yourself a perpetual awed spectator to, dizzy with wonder and surprise. Delicate shooting stars, deep blue larkspur looking like tiny wizard hats, buttercups, the omnipresent but nonetheless beautiful dandelion, and so many others I have yet to identify.