Ever since I was a little girl, I’ve loved flowers. It’s one of my favorite things to have a jar full on my writing desk. For a long time, lilacs were my clear favorite.
Lately, I’ve developed a huge crush on peonies.
And I have soft spot for Rocky Mountain Bee Plants. They showed up in our flowerbed out front one year, and have returned each spring, bigger and bigger, to feed the riot of bees and ants and moths and butterflies, our own private version of a food truck, a lunch wagon parked right beside our driveway.