Columbine, Hamden

It’s a hard plant to love, as pretty as it is, because any time I hear the name, I think of Colorado and how little my country cares for its young.

But this one just appeared in the back yard, with no action on our part. Some passing animal must have dropped the seeds, and I vaguely recall seeing the foliage and thinking I’d let it go rather than pull it up as a weed.