I like that the wildflowers don't all come out at once. Instead they come in stages, teasing our senses just a little at a time. Right now, we seem to be in the yellow phase. The fields and meadows have come alive with bright yellow patches that, upon closer inspection, reveal themselves to be a fairly wide assortment of flowers. They seem cheery and warm, eager to welcome the summer that is soon to come. Later we'll see blues and purples and more pinks...at least that's the way I remember it from last year.
Albert could care less about flowers and what color they are, but he's always happy to come along for the ride. "Can't I PUHLEEEZ sit up front with you guys?!"