It's spring in Shenanigan Valley. Sunshine, warmth and wild grasses greening really does lift the spirit.
Then the spring beauty, which Mom and I called the May flower. I don't know why - it normally blooms in April.
I didn't know until recently that this lily is called the yellow fawn lily - we always called it the wild Easter lily. It bloomed around Easter.
And the violets are blooming in the grass down at the house where I grew up. Oh, they weren't always there. I brought some to Mom in the early '80s from a meadow in Maryland near where I was stationed at Ft. Meade. Then they were white with violet spots, but through the years they've changed. Why? Soil composition? I just don't know. I'll just enjoy them.