"Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night."
~Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters of Rainer Maria Rilke
There is a frantic nature to spring as it advances -- rain and warmth beget bloom after bloom, until it seems as if the entire world is bursting with color. And in the middle of it all, this tiny fritillary popped up in my garden. It almost seems too delicate to survive the onslaught... :)
