Across the road from our house, there is a woodlands. I don’t know who lives there-if anyone lives there. The deer hide between the trees, moving through the shade. It is a refuge of many creatures I suspect. And it is the home of many wildflowers.
These are our native lupins. Much smaller than the huge hybrid ones that are sold in the stores, but far less likely to succumb to aphids.
They are beautiful in their petiteness.
They make up a delicate purple haze that colors the grass.
Much more bold, like lion manes, are the coreopsis-sunny and bright.
I love being able to see this place change over the seasons and I look forward to seeing what other wildflowers spring from the ground.