My 101st Post!

I can't believe I missed my 100th post!  I was trying so hard to remember.  Oh well.  Maybe when I have more than one follower (hint hint, you should all click "follow" so I look cooler) I'll make a big deal of it.

I found my favorite flowers EVER on Friday.  Trilliums.  Massachusetts has them, but I only ever saw red, and they aren't as big as the white ones.  These flowers are such a huge part of my childhood memories.  I just remember running through the woods and seeing these beautiful three petal flowers all around the forest floor.  According to the USDA they are all over the country but I feel like I rarely see them.  All varieties are either vulnerable, threatened, or endangered.  It takes 7 years for them to flower - so don't pick them!!  They are very fragile that they are hardly cultivated like other wildflowers.  Sad, but all the more special when I do see them. 

Where the Trillium Grows 

I love that spot where the Trillium peeks,
Deep in the wood, along side the creek,
My favorite place in early spring,
Where the Trillium grows, inspiringly.

Where the Trillium grows, my soul refreshes,
Reminiscent of simple pleasures,
Uncomplicated, yet so exquisite,
She speaks to me on every visit,

Demure and delicate, unassuming grow,
A humble persistence, and hardiness though,
Well mannered and sweet, is the Trillium flower,
Modestly pretty, hour to hour,

An honor to walk where the Trillium grows,
Three white flowers right after snow,
How she survives crashing trees and wind,
I never tire of the Trillium trend.

My Trillium friend, not to deceive,
Returns each spring by the creek in the trees,
There’ll come a day, when I won’t be there,
Will she know I’m gone as she lingers fair?