I can’t help it. I love bloodroot. Hence this sequel to last year’s more scientific bloodroot post. This year, just prettiness.
I love the way they grow wrapped up in a blanket of their own leaves, as if protected from April’s chill. I love how the flower eventually peaks out the top as if stretching out of bed on a cold morning. I love that bloodroot, when it finally opens, has petals as lopsided as a child’s drawing.
I love bloodroot.
If trilliums are belles and trout lilies are woodland nymphs, then bloodroot are children.