who do you think you are, hellebore?
…starting so early, when we’ve hardly had any snow, zooming your bloom into the sky? Do you think it’s spring?
What specific pollinator are you expecting, hellebore? In the dead of winter….
Who on earth might stumble along just at the right moment to land on your sticky stamen, now, with all the insects gone? That one lone leftover housefly, buzzing in the sunny window?
Think that single, elderly, bumbling house fly is going to find you, way over here on the other side of the house? How could he even sense you, especially when you’ve got your head bent down to your knees? Hellebore?
You and your swishy friend, Witch Hazel….
I love you.