Into the Woods

There’s a William Butler Yeats poem that begins, “I went out to a hazel wood,/because a fire was in my head.”  Though the poem is about something else entirely, when a headache strikes, my inclination is to head outdoors.  

At a nearby park, I went looking for maypops late this afternoon, knowing it was too early for them here.  Then a white  flower caught my eye:

And then a few more…

And then I was amid scattered patches of them, glowing even as the sun began to set.

A photographer with real gear had come out to see them —  they’re commonly known as bloodroot — and was so disappointed to see them folding up their petals for the night.  To me, lovely nonetheless.

This entry was published on April 13, 2016 at 2:40 am and is filed under flora. Bookmark the permalink. Follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post.

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