Snow is melting, the sun is shining, spring birds are beginning to trickle back and the ones that were here all along are singing like crazy, so this afternoon I set out on a quest in search of a sure sign of spring: spring beauties. I knew they wouldn’t be blooming yet but they’re one of the few wildflowers I’m fairly confident I can identify from the germinating sprouts alone, and that’s what I was hunting for.
These old seed heads from last fall caught my eye… a feast for sparrows, no doubt.
The first greenery I spotted along the trails was garlic mustard.
And more garlic mustard… and more garlic mustard.
Sigh. Garlic mustard is invasive, but sadly, it’s here to stay.
A squirrel saw me coming and tried to hide by wedging himself as far as possible into a hollow tree… I can still see you, Mr. Squirrel. Your bushy tail gives you away.
I did find some native plants… like violets, and Geum.
But alas, no spring beauty. It must still be too early. I’ll try again in a week.