Friday flowers…harebell

Friday flowers…and friend

Friday flowers…lupine

Friday flowers…wildflowers

I think it’s difficult to really show the scope and impact of a meadow filled with wildflowers in a photo. So many of them are small and there’s so much grass. But I’ve done my best to show the plethora of the wildflowers carpeting the mountain meadows this spring. Take my word for it, it was stunning.

Friday flowers…prairie crocus

These gorgeously hairy beauties were everywhere this spring and I fell in love.

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Friday flowers…Shooting stars in Wyoming

We’ve often seen Wyoming brown and I’ve seen it partly green but it, like so many other places in the country, had much rain this spring. That meant that conditions were ripe for wildflowers.  I loved these shooting stars and I think you can see how wet it was!

Monday walk…around the lake 2

We’ve made it halfway around the lake.  Let’s finish that walk.  Bring your cameras and relax.  We ended the first part of our walk with a lupine photo, but I love them, so here’s another.

A wet spring also puts fungus amung us.  🙂   This one is beautiful but deadly and there were quite a few of these around.  Although poisonous, the amanita muscaria has been used as a hallucinogen as well as for other purposes.  Click the link to read more, but I prefer to simply admire, not eat.

Friday flowers…invasive beauty

These small, bright beauties, called “pinks” by the people I know in Wyoming, are evidently some sort of invasive flower. However, seeing a hillside of them is breath-taking.

(As usual in my search of online data bases of wildflowers, I can’t find this one anywhere, so if you know what it is, please feel free to mention it in the comments.)

Friday flowers…wild rose

There were a number of the wild roses, Woods’ roses, tucked here and there in the mountain slopes.  They look quite different from their domesticated relatives, but they still have that delicate beauty.

I was interested in the placement of that apostrophe in “Woods’ “.  I looked at a variety of sites and also found “Wood’s” (which is what I would have thought it should be) and “Woods.”  So take your pick, but don’t pick the roses!

The front yard

The “front yard” of our cabin is a space defined by poles, only there so that when the horses come in from pasture in the morning or go out at night, theyh don’t trample everything right around the cabin or rub against the cabin.  Long horizontal poles are attached to shorter vertical poles, fitting well with the surroundings.  This year, because it was spring and had been wet, there were plenty of flowers in our natural “garden”, many of them lupine.  Purple and white was the major color scheme.