On a walk through the woods early last month I came across some bloodroot growing wild. It reminded me of why I wanted some bloodroot in my own garden. The blooms are really quite charming, even before they fully open.
I was thrilled shortly after when the first bloodroot bloomed in the woodland walk. Here they come, I thought. But then, nothing. I checked the ground every day for signs of emerging life. But there was nothing. My happiness over my single bloodroot bloom gave way to disappointment.
I despaired over my investment. I purchased eight bloodroot plants last spring. I considered the care I gave them as they established themselves. They were in part shade with plenty of moisture in spring. Did I let them dry out too much in summer? Did they shrivel up and die? To have only one plant return made me feel like a deflated balloon at a birthday party.
I stopped checking for bloodroot. But the bloodroot wasn't done just yet. It has been close to a month since that first bloodroot bloomed. Since then (and seemingly overnight) all but two of the plants have returned (just goes to show that a watched garden never blooms.) The experience has been a good reminder that patience is an excellent trait to have as a gardener. So as I wait to see if those last two bloodroot plants will make an appearance, I am so happy to say: "There will be bloodroot" in the garden this year.