| When I think about the first time I found miterworts,
I fondly remember a strenuous hike through a steep valley in Northeast
Iowa. Slicing through this rocky chasm is one primary stream and
a couple of smaller, feeder streams. I was watching young pileated
woodpeckers poke their heads from the dead tree they called home.
The young birds were oblivious to my buddy and me, but we were very aware
of both them, and the unique miterwort plants at our feet. The tree
has since been washed away by high water; I assume the miterworts still
flower each spring.
Northeast Iowa Timetable: mid to late April
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