I’m super late with Flowery Friday (actually, I’m even late for Saturday; in some places it’s close to Sunday by now), but we’ll roll with it because it’s really all about the flowers, anyway. Or, at least that’s what I’ll claim so that no one notices just how disorganized I am….
This darling little heap of Hepaticas* isn’t late. These plants are right on time, as one of the earliest spring blooms you’re going to see in my neck of the woods. (See what I did there?). Sadly, these beauties are not from my garden – I visited them at the William Reader Rock Garden here in Calgary early last week. (Three days later, we received 15 centimetres of snow. Ah, Spring! Your vagaries delight!).
*Hmmmm…what would be the collective noun for Hepaticas? “Herd of Hepaticas“? Nah, that makes me think of a marauding band of them blanketing the countryside (which, on second thought, might not be such a bad thing). What about “hillock of Hepaticas“? You know…because I found them in a tumulose, rangy rock garden. Ba dum tsss! Okay, I’ll go now.
Flowery Prose 
How about a Happiness of Hepaticas?
Yes! I love that! It’s perfect.
Beautiful hepaticas!
They definitely made me smile!
Super pretty blooms, Sheryl. Great image! Wonder if they would be available here… hmmm.
Wat een leuke bloemen.Die vind je niet in mijn tuin
No matter the day, the flowers are welcome. I really like a “happiness of hepaticas.”
Oh, here you are! A “herd” for sure — and such delightful flowers! We only have snowdrops blooming right now. No worries about being late, Sheryl — I’ve been on another planet working on my series about Prince Harry and wife, their fans and media detractors, and now it feels strange coming back to my own blogging world, but happily so!
We just had this discussion at work this morning, but in regard to the herds of turkeys. Apparently, herds of turkeys are known as ‘rafters’. Who cares? Why does every type of bird require a particular designation for their herds?