wild columbine

When we were little, my brother and I "had" an area of the public forest we called our "garden". Actually we usually fought over whose garden exactly, it was, based on who had discovered it first, and who could prove it, or whether that mattered, since we never staked our claim... But anyway, that is beside the point. In June of every year, this beautiful garden sprouted these wild columbine, like little gifts from the sunshine. We used to stop there and sit down sometimes to fight over who owned them. :--)
Today I discovered this one by the creek, here. I'll show it to Adrian tomorrow.