One day in late February it happens. I am walking under the skeletal trees and see a thin, grass-like stem protruding from the leaf litter. Along the stem are a few narrow leaves, and at the top is a white flower no larger than the iris of my eye. Each rounded petal is striped and tinged at the edges with soft pink. Five stamens sprawl from the flower’s center like the arms of the tiniest starfish; at the end of each filament is a pink anther. The spring beauty’s appearance is a miniscule but unmistakable announcement, like a flag staked in time, a precious sight to those who are looking for it. The earth is waking. The season is changing… More here.

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