* Bloodroot *
Beloved, magical ephemeral.
I first came to know her when I was just 12 years old. My Dad took an assignment from my elementary class, and entered it in a writing competition, called "Stories for the Seventh Generation" at our local university. I received second place, and part of the prize was a book, called "The Bloodroot Flower". The story takes place during pioneer times, in my home state of Minnesota, in the deep dark woods of the North that I love so passionately. That I loved even then. It features a girl whose Dad is a candymaker. One of the candies is made from Bloodroot plants, and the girl and her sisters would eat their one allotted piece with excitement and awe, knowing that if you eat too much Bloodroot candy, it can kill you. That book changed my life. My introduction to this dark forest plant, she became the first on my list of Plant Loves. More importantly, she was also my key. Bloodroot opened the gate to the Poison Path. A lifelong journey began there.
Now, Bloodroot grows in great abundance on the wooded hills right outside my door. We spend a lot of time together during her brief visits every Spring.
Our love affair is long and ongoing.