Each year, I wait for the emergence of the delicately dazzling snake lilies. When I saw the term “nodding” today, in Rosendahl’s glossary, these early blooms are what I thought of. These images are from last May.
Last year, too, these special small flowers appeared in an April post, with a poem inspired by their humble strength, and the courage it takes sometimes simply to exist.
LESLIE
I love your eye, Lynn!
Thank you for introducing me to this beautiful flower. What an oxymoron the name is : snake lily, a combination of the menacing and the sublime. Like amethyst jewels, their humble pose with heads hung belies their bite.