Jack-in-the-pulpit (Arisaema triphyllum)
(also called Bog onion, Brown dragon, Indian turnip)
Snow covers the quiet ground down by the creek for months at a time, and the little tributary's voice is silent under its blanket of ice. The sheltering trees on the hillside above are bare and silent.
In springtime, the lovely, crumbly, dark earth is revealed in all its elemental fragrance, and the water sings a raucous ditty as it gambols downhill with its tumbling freight of winter detritus, broken twigs and and dessicated leaves.
Hallelujah, there are "jacks" dancing in all their stripey magnificence there now. Wood ducks are nesting on a pond nearby, and the forest is green again. Trees sigh overhead, and a whole choir of robins is hopping from branch to branch in the overstory and singing their hearts out for another lifegiving rain.
Winter was all right, and we got through it, even managed to do a little inward blooming now and then. Spring was late and rather brief, but summer has returned to the Two Hundred Acre Wood, and yes, we can certainly do this............ Verily, merrily, we can do this.
3 comments:
We have that huge Jack-in-the-pulpit that volunteered under the raspberry plants. This year it has another little one beside it!!
What a beautiful little plant! You have summer already? Wow!
Today is the first day of winter here. At last. Enjoy your bright and beautiful days.
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