After such a bleak winter, these little rays of sunshine poked up from the soil once relieved of the snow.
It amazes me that anything survives such hard winters, but on my hikes and visits with wildflowers, those which grow in the most desolate of places at those whose colors are more vibrant, whose fragrance is ambrosial.
When atop Mt Howard after a ride on the Tram, I see yellow daisies only 1" high, tucked on the lee side of a small mountain stone. It's shorter than its valley cousin, yet brighter.
At the Hells Canyon Overlook on the loop ad, that desert stone ground produces Indian Paintbrush blossoms, rich with vermillion radiance.
But before we were blessed with wildflowers now carpeting our favorite places, these little guys, the glacier lilies, brought hope that things were going to improve.
And they are.
A 50-something woman comes home to a place she's never been before.