The spring equinox has passed, so light has the upper hand now. Darkness creeps away.
The plants in Shakerag Hollow know this and are starting to crack out of their winter shells.
Bloodroot. Waiting, waiting for bees.
Spicebush: female flower. These flowers will turn into the bright red drupes so loved by migrant birds. Fast food for autumnal avian wanderers starts right here.
Spicebush: male flower. Spicebush is dioecious, meaning that each plant is either male or female with, no doubt, a few individuals that break the rules.
Above, the robber baron trees are constrained by their size and must delay leafing out until hard freezes are over. They keep Lent, it seems. The pagans below the canopy live under a different set of rules and hold a weeks-long herbaceous party.