Tidepools and Wildflowers

I don’t speak Italian, but I do think it’s a beautiful language, and “primavera” is one of my favorite words, maybe in part because of the Botticelli painting of that name, but also because it means “the birth of spring,” which is something to celebrate.
This is the time of year I most suffer from fear of missing out because new life is happening all around, and keeping up with it would be more than a full time job, but I’d love to try.
I discovered this field of flowers in Apache Junction, Arizona serendipitously on the way to a dog sitting gig last spring, on the corner of Meridian and Lost Dutchman. I decided to go by a couple days ago just to see if it was blooming yet, and there it is, vibrant and hopeful and lovely. These aren’t native wildflowers, someone planted them, and they make me think of the beautiful children’s book by Barbara Cooney, Miss Rumphius, although Miss Rumphius planted lupines.
I hope you make some beautiful discoveries in the coming weeks that will bring you joy and hope.