I’ve lived here for years and years, and never planted an aquilegia, yet they still pop up.
Mostly they have interbred themselves back towards a small, modest flower like their wild columbine ancestor.
Occasionally, however, we get something like this:
Or even like this, with a ravishing millinery of fluting and goffering on the outside:
and some wonderful plications inside:
Now that’s what I call a bonnet any granny would be proud of.