Especially after a long, long winter when snow stretched into April, their delicate beauty hits me hard.
You must search them out and get up close to appreciate their fleeting blooms.
This year, my Lenten Roses (on the left) which bloom in February in warmer zones, are just starting to perk up in early May.
Many spring blooming bulbs disappear completely when they’ve finish blooming–disconcerting to the uninitiated. No leaves, nothing left behind once their brief glory is done. Hence the name: ephemera.
Scilla, sometimes called Siberian Squill, are the first brave ones pushing through leaves and sticks to reach the sun in my garden, and this year they’ve reached critical mass, enough so that casual passersby say, “Hey, what’re those blue flowers?” Ahh, sweet victory for a gardener when a shy beauty like this catches someone’s eye!
Of course I love the showy blooms of massed tulips and daffodils, but something modest and easily overlooked like these Prairie Smoke below (of the Geum family) have a more haunting, delicate beauty. Their blooms are a shade of coral-pink that’s difficult to describe. Prairie Smoke blooms are short-lived, but their seed heads, an explosive puffball wafting through the air, often draw far more attention than these little guys.
Sometimes, I’m positive spring flowers are the most beautiful.