We spent much of the day out at the in-laws' farm, enjoying an Easter feast and relishing the sunny day we had finally been granted. The wife wanted to gather some flowers, so we headed to a spot where she knew some early blooms would be, and we even dug some up, since about all they're blooming for here is the side-delivery rake that waits for the summer harvest of alfalfa or grass. Now we have a little patch of these blooms (what are they?) in our own back yard.
Let me know if you have a name for them. For now, I'm calling them lily on the mountain, my own concoction. Better to have the right name.