posted by Sandy Fails
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Yesterday I walked my golden retriever Luke up a little ridge on the south edge of town and stumbled on this wondrous field of pasqueflowers. Hundreds of them. The late-afternoon sun illuminated all those fragile little hairs on the stems and set the delicate purple aglow. It stopped me in my tracks. After a few minutes of gazing, I wanted to call everybody I knew and tell them to come take a look. Summer is breaking through.
