Wednesday, April 12, 2006
If there is a finer spring wildflower than the bloodroot, I have yet to see it; its petals are startlingly white, its flowers standing ramrod straight above the still-curled leaves. It is also the most bittersweet of flowers to me; it is more than any other, a flower of my childhood, sought out in many a spring jaunt through the hills and moist valleys of the nearby virgin hardwood (that is now converted to houses and parking lots). It is also the most ephemeral of flowers; it opens in perfection, but after only a few days, you find its white petals shattered to the ground, like pieces of glass, and its gone for another year. Spring is far too short.
// posted by IBOY @ 6:18 AM 
