Still in bloom at the end of May, these are columbines. Not the big Spurred things you see today, but the more gentle and softer colored ones of the mid to early twentieth century. all are originally from my grandmother, and my father, by way of my sister who gathered the seed from Littleton. she refers to the pink ones as Dad's Pink. These have a habit of recombining and breeding themselves a bit. Of course the original would have been the wild Columbing which grows rarely but wildly in waste places in New England. They are much smaller and very strong red and yellow.
Sorry about the blur, but it was windy that day.