Perhaps by publishing this post I will be able to get Buttercups out of my system, at least for this season, and move on to other things. In my lighter moments, I visualize them having different moods.
Quite often, of an evening, I enjoy a long walk along the road that passes in front of our house: I have it mostly to myself anyway and that way I don’t have to drive someplace to go for a hike.
In one place by the side of that road this time of year some blossoms appear on a nondescript little tree and I find them quite pretty. Several years ago I convinced myself that the tree is likely a pear and probably began its life there as a result of someone throwing out a piece of fruit that somehow managed to grow. When I pass, I smile and wish it well and enjoy the pretty little thing that provides a tiny spot of beauty in a most unlikely place.
I’ve found these tiny, delicate members of the Lily family are hard to find and even harder to photograph. They grow in 13 of the western states (but not California), Michigan (where they are listed as “threatened”), and in 5 provinces of Canada.
In the last few days nature decided to get out the big guns. This is our largest wildflower with flower heads 2 to 4 inches across, and not only are the flowers large, but often these members of the sunflower family will cover entire hillsides, including the one behind our house. This was the first I’ve seen this year, blooming in the back country.
The next day, these appeared in our back yard.
Balsamorhiza sagittata grows in twelve of the far western states and in Alberta and British Columbia.