Early flowers take a big risk in the American Midwest. Snow and frost don’t read the calendar. Rain my arrive cold, or late, or not at all. Or perhaps by the bucket.
A recent walk at the botanical garden reminded me of the annual trek my mother liked to make through the woods to search for the spring wildflowers.
Trees are beginning to bud. Green shoots poke through a ground cover of fall leaves and low profile plants. And for variety a few hardy species have set out their blossoms. A hope and a promise of things to happen in the coming weeks.
