One of the things I like best about wildflowers is the way they sprinkle themselves sparsely and with great delicacy about the landscape. I almost missed this wild rose. When I looked closely, I discovered that there were quite a few of them in the area, in several stages of development. If you look closely, you may be able to spot a few too.
The trilliums have been out for a month now. They start out pristine white. As they age, they take on pinkish hues, until they become almost purple right before they give up the ghost entirely. This clump shows the whole gamut.
I think these are candy flower, or Claytonia Siberica. I base that assumption on the leaves, which look like Miner’s lettuce, also known as Claytonia. This police work is fun and frustrating in equal measure.
No such luck identifying this one. I picked a sample of each specimen to bring home, but after stopping to chat with a couple of neighbors they were wilted beyond recognition.
Small trees with these fuzzy blooms are all over the woods. Bet someone can tell me what it is. ID update: Megan says it is native elderberry. That would jibe with the bright red berries that come later.
These are obviously some sort of wild violet. I always called them dog toothed violets, then was told that’s the name for trout lilies. It becomes ever more obvious why we need botanical Latin, painful though that may be.
I’m looking forward to the march of the wildflowers, and hope to chronicle their appearance here. Maybe, with your help, we can put names to them in the process.