This exquisite little scilla got lost in the rush of spring blooms, but I found the photos before too much time has passed and am posting them now because they’re pretty. Such beauty, coming as it does at such a desperate time of the year, is not to be wasted. These hardy souls fight through late snows and dire spring storms to bloom, usually with petals torn and tattered, spotted with mud and chewed up by rodents, but each year they come back for more. A hunger for life, and for putting on a show no matter how small, is commendable.
