Crumpled Beauty, Missoula, Montana

Even thought it’s almost officially summer, spring-ish blooms are still popping out in the neighbourhood.

These delicate beauties bring to mind elaborate silk gowns from a bygone debutante era, morning light highlighting the crumpled raiment, carelessly discarded on the floor after returning home - exhilarated yet exhausted - in the wee hours. (Okay, maybe I should cut back on the Victorian romance reads, and “Upstairs, Downstairs“ reruns.)