Running myrtle, Vinca minor (Click picture for larger view)
"For winter's rains and ruins are over,The wildflowers grow among the castoff limbs of winter trees and dead leaves. The blue wild myrtle turns blooms to the sun while broken pots and concrete blocks silently define their space. It is spring again.
And all the season of snows and sins;
The days dividing lover and lover,
The light that loses, the night that wins;
And time remembered is grief forgotten,
And frosts are slain and flowers begotten,
And in green underwood and cover
Blossom by blossom the spring begins.
~ Algernon Charles Swinburne, "Atalanta in Calydon"
Submission for LensDay topic "spring". (end of post)