No, this isn't meant as a tribute to Prince though if you like to consider it as such, that's fine with me.
I don't have anything against the late artist -- it's just that my involvement with pop music pretty much ended with the Sixties and I couldn't hum one of Prince's songs if you put a gun to my head. (I couldn't have even named one a week ago but the internet has remedied that.)
But when I looked through the pictures I took yesterday, there was so much purple . . .
The columbine . . .
The wisteria going crazy on the porch of the Gran House . . .
The first irises . . .
Wisteria at the pond . . .
The centaura . . . and more wisteria. Such a beautiful time!