The wildflowers are beginning to bloom....you have no idea how much I look forward to this...every single year. It does not get old, and always feels like an incredible miracle to me. 

Wildflower blooms are understated, brilliantly complex little creations. They are not going to wow you with a showy display of color.  What they will do is take your breath away with their tiny, graceful beauty.  You have to be a person who looks, in order to see this particular earth bounty...

My dad first took me to the woods to look for the wildflowers...I don't think I will ever roam the woods myself, or be enthralled each spring, without thinking of my dad.  For a while, we lived in the woods in the Kickapoo River Valley of western Wisconsin. The pilgrimage began when I was very small.  Dad hoisted me up on his shoulders and we went into the woods, searching for Jack in the Pulpits and Dutchmen's Breeches.  Wild violets and trilluim and lady slippers....

The wildflowers are my good friends.  They remind me of something special I did with my dad.  Priceless.

A couple things to remember about wildflowers. Patience.  You have to be very, very patient. Certain species are very particular about soil conditions as well.  It's about bacteria and fungus in your dirt...Don't fertilize or otherwise mess with your soil.  Once established, don't water unless there is drought. Let Mother Nature do her thing....it takes many years to establish colonies of wildflowers.  Please don't dig them out of the woods-you can get native plants (wildflowers) at your local nursery.  Sometimes the plants will be dormant in the soil for several years. I have some Yellow Lady Slipper, (wild orchid) that's gone underground for a bit now-she might still show herself.  Had a Shooting Star I thought was gone-a couple years ago, I was walking in the garden and thought "what the heck..?"  My long lost shooting start was pushing up out of the ground. We had green  leaves that year. The following year there was a flower....Great Excitement....I am on the watch this year....nothing to report yet.

I am in southeastern Wisconsin now (yes, I've lived in the Badger State all my life).  We live at the edge of the woods.  There are wildflowers in the gardens and of course, in the woods.  I've been photographing the blooms...more excitement!  I'll have more to share next week-waiting for the Jacks to start popping up, and there are a couple beauties that I don't have a name for, but do so love....the trillium is getting ready to pop...
Don't you just love the delicate blue and white flowers?  This is hepatica, or commonly called Liver Leaf (I think). I should say right up front that I am not so great with the names of my flower friends-too busy enjoying how beautiful they are...
Bloodroot. I don't know the latin name....It is called Bloodroot, because the roots are tubers, that when broken open, are a bloody dark red/orange. Stains the fingers. Very weird and altogether interesting.  The delicate white flowers are glorious, and they last only a day or two, before the leaves open up fully and lay flat almost like an umbrella.
These are my favorites...Dutchmen's Breeches.  The little white flowers are supposed to look like funny pants...I love these little beauties. My dad and I used to find them everywhere in the woods. I have been able to start a patch in one of my gardens that is really beginning to spread-in a few more years there will be a carpet of blooming Breeches in the spring...
 


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