Aquilegia -

"You are a quiet, joyful thing, aren't you?" Elara murmured, touching the soft, dangling petals.

The sun had barely begun to warm the damp soil of April when the first, delicate foliage of the Aquilegia—the columbine—pushed through the earth in the old, forgotten corner of the garden. aquilegia

They looked like tiny, whimsical birds taking flight, or perhaps, as her grandmother had written, little bonnets waiting for a stroll. "You are a quiet, joyful thing, aren't you