It happened when it was not expected.  With my hands full of fallen branches, I was headed toward the brush pile when I saw them.  Enthralled, I watched them as they tried to hide in the afternoon shadows.  Assured they would be there in the morning, I returned after breakfast the next day and captured this image.

Content to bask in the sun in their home on the lawn.

Last year, Sharkey told us what these are called.  I failed to make a note. :no:   These are beautiful spring flowers.  Fortunately, there are more this year than there were last year.  When mowing, I’ll skip this part of the grass while they are in bloom.

I wanted to get better acquainted and so moved closer.  They posed nicely for their close-up.

These delicate beauties are about thumb-nail size.

Spring snows are gone.  Warmer temperatures are taking control.  Life is good.