Flourishing Flora

Many early spring wildflowers are white. Wonder why?

Alas, it seems I am doomed to leave this place every April. Last year, it was a command performance to babysit in South Dakota. This year another family visit to another state, and we will miss four days of spring. Only four days. But this time of  year, it seems like a week’s worth of change happens every 24  hours.

So I’m adding a few wildflower views,  if not new species, to my collection this spring, like this single wood anemone,  but I will also probably post some season appropriate images from previous springs, just to get me, and maybe you,  in a spring—botanical state of mind.

I searched Google images to confirm my thinking that this was wood anemone, and spotted one picture  among the hundreds that seemed to illustrate well the  flower I had seen. I clicked on it, to discover it was mine from  the spring of 2004.

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Fred First holds masters degrees in Vertebrate Zoology and physical therapy, and has been a biology teacher and physical therapist by profession. He moved to southwest Virginia in 1975 and to Floyd County in 1997. He maintains a daily photo-blog, broadcasts essays on the Roanoke NPR station, and contributes regular columns for the Floyd Press and Roanoke's Star Sentinel. His two non-fiction books, Slow Road Home and his recent What We Hold in Our Hands, celebrate the riches that we possess in our families and communities, our natural bounty, social capital and Appalachian cultures old and new. He has served on the Jacksonville Center Board of Directors and is newly active in the Sustain Floyd organization. He lives in northeastern Floyd County on the headwaters of the Roanoke River.

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  1. I read the 2004 post, and you state it’s not a wood anemone, but rue anemone (wind anemone)! Fred! You are slipping!

  2. Slipping and sliding for sure, Kathy. Yes, it is rue anemone, and I sort of knew that in the back of my mind——that something wasn’t quite right. It’s not unlike hearing the first bird song of the spring: you know you’ve heard it before, you know it’s one of two or three different birds, but are not certain which, and don’t bother getting the field guides out to check, thinking eventually it will come to you. Or a blog reader will set you straight! Thanks.