On the windowsill, this morning

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I looked out the upstairs window yesterday afternoon and saw that the woods behind our house were carpeted in wood anemones or Anemone nemorosa, a native flower.

When I went out the back gate, I also found yellow primroses — Primula vulgaris, I believe — along the fence.

Except for the little white flowers and some ivy, the forest is still mostly brown and beige, but that will change very quickly now that daytime temperatures are in the 60s° F.

Flowers in a vase
or strewn in mad profusion
across a meadow. Choose

Tom Disch, from “Memoirs of a Primrose