Wildflower Stories-Wood Sorrel
Look for Wood Sorrel in early spring in light woodland. It often forms small clumps at the base of trees in areas of dappled shade. While out walking, I once spotted a Sorrel at waist height, growing in the crook of a tree branch cushioned by moss. Perhaps the wind carried its seeds up the tree trunk, far from the forest floor.
Usually, when drawing Sorrel, I have to lie down on my belly, where I can smell the soil as I work. Each drawing builds an image of the leaves—zesty pyramids or miniature pressed hearts when open. The stems and flower heads are so delicate that the slightest breath of air makes them tinkle. The petals are a pearly white, adorned with tiny pink, thread-like veins. Each time my pencil traces the outer edge of the Sorrel leaves, I hold my breath in concentration.