Every spring the hills were dotted with pasques, their purple blooms swaying in the breeze.

At dawn, she carefully sketched a solitary pasque tucked beneath the old stone wall.

Each spring, pasque flowers carpet the hillside with purple and white blooms.

In the spring meadow, a single pasque flower raised its velvety purple petals toward the sun.

On a windswept hillside in early spring, the solitary pasqueflower nodded its silky blooms toward the sun.

On the windswept hill, pasqueflowers nodded like tiny, purple flags heralding spring.