I have an Arisaema in my garden, in one of the shadier spots. It's one of my favourite plants, and I look forward to its appearance every spring. Part of why it's a favourite is because it reminds me of my childhood in Ontario, and finding Jack-in-the-pulpits in the woods. Mine is an Asian species, which I haven't identified beyond genus. Note the extreme (and extremely cool) roll of the spathe.
Plant a year ago yesterday.
I made a series of photos of the plant as it unfolded last year. I checked the pictures last night (May 5), and discovered that by this date, the early tri-part leaves were poking up from the soil. I ran outside to look. Nothing. Oh no, had it succumbed to the unusually harsh winter, or some other catastrophe?
I was going to write a lament to a lost friend, but decided to check the garden one more time.
Voila! There it is! Overnight, it emerged, no doubt egged on by my concern. And today, as of half an hour ago (the picture above), it looks to be pretty much on schedule relative to last year. Such relief.
I worry, because I once had an even funkier Arisaema, one with the crazy palmate leaf morphology. It unfolded from the earth like an alien arthropod. It appeared and performed beautifully for three years (even fruiting), and then two years ago, failed to emerge. Gone, and missed.