We went on a bloodroot hunt. The tulips and daffodils, the muscaria and crocuses, the cherry blossoms and even the early emerging dandelions are sweet enough in spring, but out in our windbreak and in the woods beyond the field we have an embarrassment of wildflowers every year. Today, with the trout lilies showing up in the wind break we thought we’d take a walk in the woods to see if the carpet of them that grows up there were in bloom.
Not. We saw the plants, but we’re a week or so early for the blooms. But spotted across the woodland floor were lots of bloodroots. I took pictures. We also saw pulmonaria and hepatica today around the house. The violets are blooming. The Virginia bluebells are up and promising a lot of flowers in the next few weeks. Down by the barn in a shadey bed the scilla are a blue carpet that at least one black dog likes to sprawl on.
In the spring especially, I’m reminded why I love to be here. This farm is a treasure. Stay tuned for the latest on the marsh marigolds and the celandine poppies.
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