Hepaticas are absolutely enchanting plants. They live on slopes in our area, but only rich woods which have not been overly disturbed. I've never seen one colonize formerly agricultural soils, nor have I even seen much evidence of them "colonizing" at all. I suppose they are a testimony to the beauty of a bygone era, but I believe in, as Leslie Jones Sauer puts it, "the once and future forest". Our hills will be sheathed in the elfin blues of hepatica once more, I'm sure.
Bloodroot emerging from the earth. The flowers are ephemeral, the leaves will be with us through early summer at least.
Rue anemone; the leaves have yet to unfold. Of the spring ephemeral wildflowers, Rue seems to stick around longest, given an adequately moist spring. I guess I'd forgotten this beautiful pink hue, and remembered only the white that perhaps they become as they progress through the season. Or maybe a few have pinker tints, just as some hepaticas are blue and others almost pure white.
Itty-bitty Rue Anemone.
Spicebush flowering. If everyone who planted forsythia planted spicebush instead, they'd have shrubs with early-spring yellow-clad twigs, wonderfully aromatic leaves, fruits of deep blood-scarlet, and many thankful thrushes for the rest of the year. Instead, they have inanely ugly hooping snarls which look decent for only a few weeks a year. In my humble opinion, of course.