The Spring Flower That Started It All

It wasn’t long after I was fortunate  enough to meet and then marry my wife that she started talking about how much she liked looking for wildflowers. In particular those that appear in the early spring. The “early spring” part was undoubtedly in response to having made it through another “too long” Ohio winter.  So after the subject had come up several times, I agreed to accompany her, camera in hand, to look for wildflowers.


It was one of those cool early spring days when everything was brown and muddy. I was not optimistic. We walked for a while and after some slipping, sliding, and being poked in the face by the bare branches of various small trees and bushes, we started to notice small islands of green springing up in isolated locations. Finally we noticed an “island” that seemed to be home to some very small white flowers. They weren’t very impressive, at least not from my 6′ 4″ inch vantage point, so I followed my wife’s lead and knelt down for a closer look. Rather funny looking, were they really flowers? What are they I asked? As if I should already know, she replied  “Dutchman’s Breeches“. I snapped a few pictures, and taking a moment longer to look at them,  started to smile.


That was a few years ago.


Now, no spring is complete without our annual treks into the woods looking for Dutchman’s Breeches and all the other wildflowers the appear before the forest canopy has leafed out. When the days are cool, brown and muddy.


Dutchman's Breeches, along the Scioto at Hoover Park

Dutchman’s Breeches, along the Scioto River at Hoover Park


4 Comments on “The Spring Flower That Started It All

  1. And thus family rituals or traditions are born. What a lovely one at that! 🙂 My hubby was the one to introduce me to the hunt for trilliums in spring.

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