At this time of year, in my part of the world, a tiny wildflower pops up in places where the bulldozers of "progress" have not obliterated it.
It's called, most appropriately, Spring Beauty. Claytonia virginica.
Little blossom pops up at the end of a stem not more than a few inches high, fed by a tuber no bigger than a baby's thumb. Incidentally, you could eat the tuber -- boil it like a tiny potato. I've done it, just once. But to do so utterly destroys the plant and robs the world of that flower. Not to mention there are probably more calories in half an M&M.
By the time the warm weather arrives to stay, the flower has vanished for another year.
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