There is no thrill of Spring quite like spotting blue Scilla flowers blanketing the earth, these minute beauties massing together to produce this trick of the eye, this message just for those with eyes to see! My mother always pointed them out to me in “Grandma’s garden”  , the wilder garden across from the Lincoln Park Conservatory in Spring. Like near incantations, the way mothers teach the language of flowers to their children, planting these mysterious words and beautiful images in their minds has always been especially lovely to me,  delphinium, daffodil, scilla…..