Don't be impatient if it requires a double rainbow trellis stretched over barn and hillside; not a surprise if you must witness mirrored drops of yesterday's rain bulging in the shimmering light of daybreak to transfer halcyon gold radiance like prairie gumweed and goldenrod. Sometimes it takes the infusion of a great horned owl's icy stare from the perch in his clerestory.
It's almost guaranteed that a blush pink glow can only be osmosed by finding prairie smoke at both ends of its season, on a single plant, impossible to decide if waxing or waning is more beautiful. That and an encounter with a clumsy yearling black bear foraging for wild currant on a nearby hillside, and for a moment staring back.
Hi Tonia! Yes - there is is - Prairie Smoke. I was so astounded by the four prior images, that beautiful little flower slipped my mind. A great post.
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