Superfluous Beauty

One of the things that has most delighted me during the drawn-out process of my recovery is how flat-out gorgeous the world is. Not able to go anywhere or do much of anything for a while, I got to enjoy the details, like the truly eye-catching pink of a female cardinal's beak, which on our leucistic lady matched not only her crest but the male house finch who shared the feeder pole with her.

I can think of no evolutionary necessity for that color, but it was a cheering sight on gray days.

Given the overabundance of deer in our neighborhood, I have given up on tulips and grow primarily daffodils, flowers that I once found boring because they lack the gaudy variety of tulips. How unobservant are the young.

 Wildflowers like this creeping phlox not only have color, but the "eye" that delights humans with its perky cuteness actually shows pollinating insects where the good stuff is.

Before this year, I had not noticed that violets and grape hyacinth are sometimes the same color.

And there is just nothing like old-fashioned bleeding heart for pure, prettier-than-it-needs-to-be pink.

Happy spring, everyone.