During my daily walk two days ago, I was pleased to see glacier lilies (Erythronium grandiflorum) blooming with their spring beauty companions under the ponderosa pines. These are the crocuses of the wildflower world–harbingers of spring, undaunted by cold wet blustery weather. Around here, you can follow the edge of the snowmelt into July, and these yellow flowers will uncurl from the mud as spring proceeds up the mountainsides.
The drawing and watercoloring go smoothly. It’s when I put the sketch into the scanner that I shake my head at how it reads the colors. The flower is right here, I’ve been looking right at it. How come the computer doesn’t believe me? I try to adjust, and it just makes it worse. Frustrating.
In The Rainshadow 
How lovely for one who has never met a glacier lily, never mind computer’s confusion.
How big are they?
They’re about six inches tall. The flowers are from one inch to an inch and a half in diameter.
In these Maine woods, we have a Clintonia called Blue Bead (looking at a reference to be sure of myself.. I’m not too flower name savvy) …that your Glacier Lily puts me somewhat in mind of: these Blue Beads were called “Wild Oats” by my woodsy family. These are about 6″ to 7″ inches tall, also, yellow, and the most remarkable thing about them, to me, is that they grow perceptably! I mean like.. if you stand right still, you can HEAR the odd rustling of dead leaves on the forest floor as these little plants come up and out of the litter, en-masse, an audience for spring!