|The glorious white trillium––as majestic as an Easter lily.|
|The beguiling and delicate wood violet.|
O Appalachian Spring! I gained the ledge;
Steep, inaccessible smile that eastward bends
And northward reaches in that violet wedge
Of Adirondacks! ~ Hart Crane, "The Bridge"
|Trillium and trout lily in the forest.|
|A bank of trillium in a secluded valley near our home.|
|My favorite is the pink trillium––I saw all but yellow today.|
|A cache of larkspur along a roadside in nearby Casey County.|
|Morgan Cemetery and an old redbud in front of our knob field.|
|Wild phlox is everywhere now.|
|A trout lily pokes through the forest floor.|
You come back when you're ready!