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. . . some wild, some not, tiny violet to massive maple. Small signs of life anticipate warmer days to come. Like the blue Chiondoxa and their more famous brethren, the croci, some emerge directly from the snow. Blood Root with their clasping-hand leaves and the rare, blue-spotted, white violets come next followed by wild plum blossoms and naturalized daffodils, then holding-hands Grape Hyacinth with bold cousin Jane! After the sap run finishes for the maples they wave their blossoms like pompoms seeking attention in the sunshine. This is where we are in southwestern Wisconsin today. I hadn’t intended to do it, but these spring buds and flowers called more loudly than dull deskwork!

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Alpine Chiondoxa might just as well be called Glory UNDER the Snow.


Voluptuous, end of summer wildflower

Wildflower ways

Simple is often better. Michigan Lilies are sometimes mistakenly called Turk’s Cap Lilies. Either way they are a voluptuous, end of summer wildflower that grows tall in wild prairies and stands along woodland edges. They are the perfect wildflower for their tidy ways, growing and spreading without assistance, no weeding required! Cut them for the vase and they last like pampered, hot-house varieties.

This wildflower stem was shot with a Canon 40D and the EF-S17-85mm lens, at 1/4000, f5.6, ISO 800, 5150°K. I held the stem in my hand against a white backing board laid flat in the grass and steadied the camera against my chin. Twenty minutes earlier it was part of a vase arrangement from the garden. What attracted my attention was the topmost flower struggling to unfurl its last two petals. I’d noticed it the day before and thought to grab the camera. But I was preparing dinner and before long it was dark. The next day it still hadn’t managed to unstick itself and there was a second chance to capture the shot.