May flowers and my favorite smiling faces. The gorgeous rocks and formations of Palmer Park. The peachy indian paintbrush was the first I saw this year, followed by the usual red just around the bend on the trail. I never grow tired of spying wildflowers, giving happy little shouts (not unlike a Bob Ross happy tree) to the hubster, the dog, to no one at all – there’s a white loco, a flea bane, an aster; the skunk bush is budding, the currants and gooseberries, too! And how about the green mertensia, whose blossoms are blue and pink? They move in a whisper of a breeze and turn to watercolor. I love it.