Larkspur, found growing in a damp meadow on one of our mountain hikes.
It's so hard to write again after taking a little break for our annual camping trip. On top of that, school is starting this morning and I really do need to focus.
So this has nothing to do with anything, but I mentioned reading I Capture the Castle (really enjoying it Chris) and the best passage so far has been "After a while I heard an owl hooting and camled myself by thinking of it flying over the dark fields - and then I remembered it would be pouncing on mice. I love owls, but I wish God had made them vegetarian."
Me too, Cassandra. Me too.