Texans have their Bluebells. And, we Utahns have our Penstamons. The first time I encountered these stunning wildflowers along a hiking trail I fell madly in love. To see such bright beauties happily blooming in a pile of rocks was simply amazing.
For the first time in the 10 years I've lived in Utah,
summer rains are so plentiful I've still not turned on a sprinkler.
Quite bee-zarre from the bone dry conditions we're used to.
I'm not complaining! And, neither are the wildflowers.
This bumpy gravel road is the scene of a wildflower celebration, with brilliant reds and blues speckling the countryside.
It's amazing to me that such breathtaking flowers happily bloom in such inhospitable conditions. Makes me think my garden perennials are wimpy gals, indeed.