Early spring wildflowers, the spring ephemerals, are vivid reminders of the fragile beauty and existence of life on earth. They tease and please with spectacular, short-lived blooms. They always leave us wanting more, and we’re quite willing to wait another year for another show. It never gets old.
Serviceberry (Amelanchier), a small flowering tree
Marsh Marigold in the wet soil along a small stream
White Trillium, a woodland wildflower favoring rich, moist soils (1 of 2)
Red Trillium in filtered light on a rich woodland site
Cold weather has delayed the arrival of traditional, early spring wildflowers. This has led me to look up rather than down, searching for the lesser known flowers of trees and shrubs. They can be stunning, but often require magnification to be appreciated.
One of the many species of shrubby willows (Salix); a critical food source for bees in early spring
It’s early Spring and everything is alive and fresh in the morning sun. Let’s take a hike. The destination is a small, local park and the goals are bubbling brooks, tumbling waters, a small wildflower called Hepatica (that I often miss because it blooms so early)…. and anything else of interest!
Hepatica (Hepatica acutiloba; the common white variety)
Hepatica (H. acutiloba; the uncommon blue variety)
Trillium, Red (also Wake-robin, Birthroot or Purple; Trillium erectum)
Marsh Marigold (Cowslip), a common spring wildflower, is in full bloom now. Scattered clumps of brilliant, golden-yellow flowers protrude above large, kidney-shaped leaves to define wet, marshy sites. The colorful bloom is visible at a distance and brightens wild landscapes where the drab grays and browns of winter persist.
Captured on different sites under a variety of light conditions, these images are an attempt to convey the range of color and beauty of this showy wetland wildflower.
Woodland wildflowers. In dappled sunlight on moist, fertile soils. As solitary plants or in clumps, patches and carpets; in every size, color and growth form imaginable; and with blooms that fade as quickly as they appear. The story of the spring ephemerals is told over and over again, the scenes observed each and every year in April and May. But, Mother Nature is the supreme story teller, and it never gets old.
In memory, and honor, of mothers around the globe.