I first discovered flowers when I found them in the wild as a child. Spring and summer were the seasons of discovery. I still remember where the first crocuses and snowbells bloomed through the snow, followed by primroses and blue gentians, and so many others. By the end of May, the mountain rhododendrons were blooming above the treeline, painting the slope red.
My admiration for alpine flowers grew as I started to climb mountains. They followed me to high elevations and were stopped only by rock and ice. I love them for their beauty and hardiness. These seemingly delicate plants hold up to ever-changing elements, from warm days to freezing nights to summer snows.
Mountain wildflowers are not planted by anyone, nor selected by color. They are where they want to be. The tiniest bit of soil accepts them. They will hold on for many generations. Here in Vermont you can find a multitude of wildflowers in fields and on ski trails, mixed with grasses and other beautiful plants, supporting each other, swaying in the wind.
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