Walking the fenceline this afternoon … warmish, dry as bone – as it has been for months. Look what I found. All by itself, north side of Lot 4.
No, I haven’t any idea what her name is … no matter. Still below freezing at night. Hope she makes it to tomorrow.
Eideard 
Still there. Bright and bonnie.
‘What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.’
https://www.americansouthwest.net/plants/wildflowers/new-mexico.shtml