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

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

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

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