Until today, I hadn’t thought very much about trilliums for several decades. I remember learning about them in my long-ago days at Madoc Township Public School – the days when the curriculum included information about wildflowers and memorizing flower parts like pistils and stamens, which I kind of doubt elementary-school kids do any more. But trilliums live in woodland areas, and as an adult I lived in urban places for a very long time. So our paths generally didn’t cross.
Now that Raymond and I have moved to Queensborough, however, I can happily revisit trilliums. And it was delightful to see a blanket of them in a wooded area beside Queensborough Road this morning as we carried out our near-weekly ritual of a trip to the dump/recycling depot. How beautiful they are! Of course I stopped to take a few photos:
And I also did what I have done all my life when I come across trilliums, which is to look to see if I can find a red one in there somewhere. Red being my favourite colour, and red trilliums being far rarer than the white ones, I’ve always found it a bit of a thrill to come across one. Today, though, no luck.
Still, it was wonderful to be among the trilliums. And maybe also significant. Canadian readers will of course know that the trillium is the official flower of the province of Ontario, but readers from other countries may not. So yeah, maybe the discovery of the trilliums was a message for two people recently moved to little Queenborough (my childhood home) after many years in Montreal:
Welcome to springtime in Ontario!