Bugle

I really feel this deeply vivid flower has been given the only name that could do it justice. It trumpets out the triumph of Spring in every direction with its bugle shaped flowers and if its sound had a colour it would be just that throbbingly intense blue-violet.
Every evening before I go home I just have to stand and look a while at some the spires that have leapt up through the grasses along the forest roads and tootle along with them.