Shakerag Hollow continues its tumble through spring. The earliest blossoms are gone and fruits are fattening in their place. So goes the bloom of youth. The later flowers have now stepped forward and are waving for all they’re worth at the motley collection of pollinating bees, wasps, and flies. A few of my favorites:

Hepatica. Most bloomed weeks ago; a few persist.

Larkspur. So violet it makes your eyes hurt.

Wild geranium. Violet calmed.

Spotted Mandarin. Most fabulous name in the woods.

Celandine poppy. The zenith. The nonpareil.