In the Glen: The First Flowers

Feathery green clumps of Dutchman’s Breeches (Dicentra cucullaria) covered the sides of ravines, especially near rock outcrops, in Glen Helen. [Photo by a blind flaneur]Even though north winds carried a hint of snow, I found the first wildflowers on my Sunday walk in the woods. Feathery green clumps of Dutchman’s Breeches (Dicentra cucullaria) covered the sides of the ravines, especially near rock outcrops. I would never notice it later in the spring, if it lasts much later, but now it’s the only hint of green on the forest floor. I heard a Hermit thrush, too — just one, and just a wisp of its closing trill.

The day was straight out of Two Tramps at Mud Time, as Robert Frost would say:

The sun was warm but the wind was chill.
You know how it is with an April day
When the sun is out and the wind is still,
You’re one month on in the middle of May.
But if you so much as dare to speak,
A cloud comes over the sunlit arch,
A wind comes off a frozen peak,
And you’re two months back in the middle of March.

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