I found these bluebells in the mountains beside a patch of snow which must have covered them when it fell last week but melted away sufficiently for the tiny blossoms to reemerge. I am fascinated how well these seemingly fragile weeds are adapted to the vagaries of their harsh environment. It may be too late for these particular flowers to pass on their genes but they are doing whatever they can to secure the continuance of their species. I only hope humans don't affect their environment so much as to put their existence at stake.
