The First Flowers
"Our seasonal excursion begins with late February and March, bringing a few soft spring-like days, and behold--what was a blackened waste from the winter's fires has changed its color to a delicate green tint."
B. W. Wells
"Accompanying this primal greening, there develops the first flower of the season. Its local nameis unknown to the writer, but if you will, in imagination, modify an ordinary dandelion plan you have the night-nodding bog-dandelion, the harbinger-of-spring on the savannah."
"With slowly increasing movement, the plants push upward from the ground. Myriads of primula-leaved violets conspire to form bright patches here and there."
"A little later, and appearing in a most unique manner because the flower comes out of the ground where no leafy evidence of the plant may be seen, the huge yellow blossoms of the trumpets loom up with their long petals waving languidly in the breeze. The scene of golden goblets scattered over a vast green festal board would not compare with that of the trumpet flowers dotted over the lawn-like expanse of the early spring savannah."
"It is now the first of April. Already the blue butterworts are raising their mottled throats to the sun."
"By the middle of April the vast expanse, despite the fact of the green background of grasses and sedges crowding in, takes on a white aspect. This is due to the appearance of the heads of a small-flowered fleabane, which swarm up and out on the area in enormous numbers. So light an aspect is this that the golden goblets of the late trumpet flowers are now spread on a white table cloth."
"In addition, among them may be seen a new course, in the red wine-filled glasses of the pitcher-plant flowers, while between these, everywhere over the table, the cloth has magically acquired myriads of blue polka-dots, in the appearance of the flowers of the blue-eyed grasses."
"Now a scintillating scene ensues in the panorama. Thousands of the hyacinth-like inflorescences of the eastern fly-poison, together with the spire-like ones of the star-grass, march out of the invisible onto the field. The small white flowers are borne on tall wand-like stems, so that they are always in motion, swaying and dancing with the full gayety of Wordsworth's daffodils. This scene certainly constitutes one of the main floats in the bog procession."