Long, long ago, 'way back when I was a little girl, we decked ourselves out in new clothes; dresses in bright pastels, white shoes and gloves for Easter. And hats. Hats with garlands of flowers on top. Long, long, long ago. I haven't seen a flowery hat for years.
But Ma Nature keeps up the old customs and dresses the fields and woods with spring flowers.
|Red and green. By the leaves, I think it's a currant bush.|
|So tiny! Little white sprinkles an inch high.|
|Purple dead-nettle, Lamium purpureum, in the grass at the side of the road.|
|Yes, these are flowers. Red alder male catkins.|