After an evening of intermittent rain showers, I expected my midday walk through the forest to be a muddy mess. But rather than muck, I was positively giddy to discover this two-foot tall beauty along my path.
It doesn’t matter how many trilliums I’ve enjoyed in springs past or how many I see on a hike; the giddiness doesn’t go away. To me, they’re the woodland answer to an Easter egg hunt, popping up briefly and then disappearing again, hiding until next spring.