For week 15 of the PBP.
My first encounter with cranesbill wasn’t in the wild woodlands, but in a garden center. A customer came up to me asking for perennial geranium, and stuffed full of recently acquired knowledge about annuals, I proudly announced that there was no such thing.
Ah, the certainty of youth!
In any case, these are some of my favorite markers of summer here in the Massachusetts woodlands. They bloom so suddenly, then disappear again in a matter of weeks. If there is any flower that inspires thoughts of dancing fairies, it’s these delicate blooms stirred by a summer breezy.
The Druid's Well 