I brought my camera out today on a trip to Horicon Marsh Wildlife Refuge, but I didn’t take a single picture. Spring here in Wisconsin meant barely 50 degrees, windy and overcast. Although the sight and sounds of sandhill cranes and Canada geese and red-winged blackbirds were quite satisfying, I missed the sun and wildflowers that I’ve seen by this time in previous years. *sigh* I remembered that 5 years ago on this date, Steve & I were taking a wildflower class through the McHenry County Conservation District. We learned to identify all kinds of woodland spring flowers like anemones and violets and jack-in-the-pulpit and May apples. Haven’t seen but one little anemone this year. Here she is:
Brave little Buttercup! Do tell your friends that it’s almost safe to come out. I will wait for them. 🙂
I keep looking for those little flowers too. They might show up if the sun and warmth ever decide to stick around.
Keep the faith! Thanks for your comment.
very kewl 🙂
Yeah, wish it were warm instead, though! 😉
Lovely little thing!
Isn’t she? Thanks!
I love your little buttercup! That she has bravely poked her head up, a trailblazer for the rest to follow, makes it all the more special.
Life is fragile and persistent. 🙂
And a beauty she is!
Exactly! Spring Beauty is her common name, and yesterday, I saw dozens of her kin blooming by Mallard Lake. Yup, Spring has sprung….finally!
A delicate preview of spring.
And they’re growing more robust each day!
Lovely photograph…. 🙂
My Great Grandmother was christened May Apple……..No photographs remain, so my romantic notions of what she may have looked like have never been trampled on and I’ve always had a vision of her as a somewhat fey foresty princess type of creature.
Her surname was Phipps which kinda destroyed the poetry but you can’t have it all….