I can't believe I forgot about this set of pictures from my recent visit up north.
There's a certain hillside in a neighboring town that absolutely erupts in vibrant bluebells each early spring. It's even more spectacular when you see them in person, because it's usually about 38 degrees out and the wind is blowing like stink.
The fact that they can grow- and come back- in such a harsh season is miraculous.
(And can you spot the hidden egret above?)