I have a Bloodroot in the shady garden by my living room window. Four years ago, I planted one that a friend gave me, sharing a treasure of her woodland garden. For the first two years, my Bloodroot made leaves only. In the third year, it produced elegant, white flowers in early spring. When the flowers passed, I found two small seedpods. I watched them carefully for weeks, so that I could collect seeds. One morning, one of the pods was open and empty.