Early Birds
There’s a tiny spot in the middle of the woods not too far from where I live. There’s literally nothing special about this place. It’s just a forest, so what do you expect! There are trees, some of them are fallen over, there are some leaves, some old trunks and branches are laying on the ground, there’s some fresh and always green moss. Nothing about this place looks different from other places around here. Everywhere the same trees, the same moss, the same soil, the same light.
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But where I stand now in the middle of the woods is a truly special and remarkable place for seemingly just one species. Every year in mid March some early white flowers start blossoming out of nowhere. They do this each and every year and only here. Who knows how, who knows why. But they are here. They seem to have a clockwork built in and precisely at the right time of the year they show up and the show begins.
It’s March, a time when winter is not over, but spring has not yet begun. So these tiny white blossoms at this peculiar spot always amaze me. They are fascinating because they are new and fresh, they start growing and blossoming as almost the first wild flowers of the year. After all these calm and cozy winter months of ice and snow it’s just rejuvenating to know that there’s still life inside this soil, this forest, this world.
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These peculiar wild flowers I’m talking about are called spring snowflakes. I looked up that name as my knowledge about botany is not that specific. I think these days you could just buy and pick them up at your local gardening shop. But that’s not fascinating at all, not fascinating to me at least. What’s fascinating is to stand here in the middle of nowhere, in a nature that still feels asleep and in hibernation and see these tiny white flowers elongating their little heads out of the ground and closer up to the warming winter sun. How do they know? Why here and nowhere else? What’s so special about this place and this time that they like it that much? To me it’s one of these natural wonders that you just have to accept without questioning them any further.
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So far I didn’t mention how gorgeous they are. But why use silly words when I can show you images instead. And I took a bunch of them. Honestly I tend to visit this secret place in the woods every year, and every year I take the same 50 to 100 images because I still can’t grasp what’s happening here. Their little heads are so tiny and gentle. They are closed round cups hanging downwards on their fresh green pedicels. Around the edge there are little yellow tips that seem to frame what’s inside accordingly. „Look I’m here, come closer and take a look inside.“ There seem to be so many flowers that are looking up, proudly, stretching their heads against the sun. But not these calm and early ones. They are looking down, calm and modest and a bit slowly, still sleepy from the long winter months. They don’t scream or shout, they whisper. And yet you can hear every single word.
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This specific place deep in the woods is secret, but not so secret that no one knows. It’s a bit like a holy place, a holy grail with some rejuvenating energy. You need to have at least some knowledge and interest to get here. But I guess it’s ok to talk about the magic that lives there without providing all the details how to get there. Isn’t it peculiar that many things in this world that mean something to us come with some form of obstacle? I won’t make a riddle out of it, I’m just here to show some beautifully gentle images of the small beauties of the world we live in. I hope you’ll enjoy!