Basalt Cobble in the foreground --
Seeps and crevices in the cliffs are home to tiny, but not-at-all fragile, mini gardens of incredible beauty and color...
...some bold...
...and some with blossoms no bigger than a little girl's pinkie fingernail!
In the fields around the lighthouse and rimming the parking lots, there were great masses of wind-hardy wildflowers...
...including some curious, almost comical stalks that reminded me of the "coneheads"
Salal's three stages of "bloom"; the berries are edible once they become berries.
Beach aster, clinging to the cliff.
Some kind of daisy-like daisy!
...and plenty of elegant Queen Anne's Lace. I caught this one in its early pink-fringed state of bloom...
...and this one in its full almost-all-white flowering stage.
OK, so for now it's name is "Creamy Pompom-on-a-Stick."
And the best and brightest flower of them all, my sister Janet!
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