“Yet marked O where the bolt of Cupid fell. It fell upon a little western flower,
Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound,
And maidens call it love-in-idleness.”
A Midsummer Night's Dream
These beautiful carpets of purple flowers are infesting lawns up and down the lakefront.
See the lake in the background? A bonus post to honor the Bard's birthday.
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