The birds start singing at 3:30 in the morning these days and wake me up. With a pillow over my head I managed to sleep until 5 this morning and then got up. I think I went outside to look for the cat but soon found myself digging weeds out of the garden in my pajamas and slippers. Somewhere in the jungle of lemon balm seedlings I found this gorgeous flower. It is three feet tall and seems to be an Allium nectaroscordum siculum. How did it get into my garden? Sometimes it is nice to have an appalling memory when it means nice surprises like this. I can also re-read murder mysteries with no danger of knowing who done it.