a cloudy gray day but the larkspur are ever blooming. . .once growing along the railroad tracks, a sweet lady pulled them up (yes by the roots) and brought them to Mama. Well Mama could grow anything--she just put them in the ground and watered and we've had larkspur ever since. This year we decided they would look nice around the mailbox. . .and they do. . .a sweet reminder of "Miss Dot" and Mama!