Early morning in the garden.

Since I’ve been up since the very indecent 3:57 a.m. (also known as o’dark thirty), I’ve been catching up on my blog reading.  Over at Two-Lane Bloggin’, I was reminded of how much I love columbine.  So, I ran out in the drizzle and snapped a picture.  The garden is still a disaster, but I’m encouraged that stuff is still managing to bloom in spite of my neglect.