They looked like tiny, whimsical birds taking flight, or perhaps, as her grandmother had written, little bonnets waiting for a stroll.
"You are a quiet, joyful thing, aren't you?" Elara murmured, touching the soft, dangling petals. aquilegia
One afternoon, a humming-bird moth, drawn by the sweet nectar hidden in the spurs, buzzed around the blooms, dancing with the delicate, nodding flowers. They looked like tiny, whimsical birds taking flight,