UPDATE: The flowers pictured above were originally misidentified by the Spinster Vegetation Dept. as phlox. They are, obviously, rose vervain. We blame a crappy Wildflowers-at-a-Glance laminated pocket guide. But we do not apologize for any inconvenience. It is hard to imagine anyone being inconvenienced by a mistake on a heartwarming nature crap blog.
A ridiculous heterogeneity of flora has sprouted up almost overnight here at the rancho. So spectacular is the tableau that I have to wipe a heartwarmed tear from the Twisty eye whenever I leave the bunkhouse. Floral spectacularity, like certain airs in minor keys played on violins, is the opiate of the obstreperal lobe. So it can be somewhat startling, when you sproing across a field to stick your nose in a flower, to discover that the object of your nostalgic spasm is full of bugs.
Most of the flowers around here are full of bugs. It turns out that the only flowers that aren’t full of bugs are the ones you pay a dollar a stem for at the grocery store.