Trillium grows wild in the wood behind the farm. The land used to belong to a church but has been sold.
I don't believe anyone other myself and a couple of friends know this flower grows back there.
The blooms carpet the forest as far as the eye can see; fairies surely must dance and rest among those flowers. It is a magic land this time of year, and surely stars sing at night to make such beauty burst forth.
Oh, that is lovely and magical! It's your Secret Garden! I do hope that it stays that way--that only you, your friends, and the fairies know it's there. :-)
ReplyDeleteThose are beautiful! I've never known their name, although I seen them before.
ReplyDeleteI love them and the word trillium sounds like a song. I once saw wild Lady's Slipper on the Parkway. Transplanted some from a friend's property and they came up the next year, but then not after that. I made a tincture too. It makes a medicinal tranquilizer.
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