As if by magic the trilliums have sprung up. Tiny flowers dotting the shadowy woods with their white light.
Pictures don't do them justice. They;re shy, but unmistakable. Popping out of the bracken and leaves, bright spots of spring. We stop, admire them, enjoy them in this moment. Before the moment has gone.
Notice the one red trillium. Beautiful.
1 comment:
Gorgeous trilliums. And thanks, I would never have noticed the red one.
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