Columbine Chorus

Day 223: A chorus of columbines is blooming in my garden now, and this old-fashioned flower always makes me think of my grandmother for some reason. I don't recall that she had them in her yard, but I do remember being scolded when I picked them somewhere, and bit the tips off the spurs to suck the sweet nectar out. I do recall doing the same thing with my mother's nasturtiums, and I remember where they grew in the brick-framed boxes at the front of our porch, but the columbines? The only connection I make regarding them is with my grandmother. In any event, I enjoy them now for their colour, and although I love the frilly skirts of the hybrids, my favourites will always be the singles I recall from childhood. Oddly, I do not have our native red and yellow type in my collection.