Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;
The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land;
The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
Song of Solomon 2
We have a rather nice patch of mature columbine beneath our crabapple tree.
They hide the gas meter and other gaumy stuff on that side of the house.
They are various colors. I particularly like this one.