“God has sown his name on the heavens in glittering stars; but on earth he planteth His name by tender flowers.”
~ Jean Paul Richter, (1763-1825) German Romantic writer
This lovely white flower with just three petals on a single stem is known as the Large-flowered Trillium (Trillium grandiflorum). It can be found in the woodlands of Minnesota and I am lucky enough to have quite a few growing on my property. Because picking even a part of the plant can kill the whole thing, trilliums are considered quite fragile. In addition, this plant is slow to establish, taking years to flower.
Large-flowered trilliums are also sensitive to changes in their environment, so they can be good indicators of the health of a forest. Trillium populations have been on the decline, primarily because of soil disturbance, the loss of soil organic matter from non-native earthworms, buckthorn invasion, and overgrazing by deer. Consequently, Minnesota and many other states have laws to restrict the collection of trilliums. In Minnesota it is illegal to remove trilliums from public land or another person’s property without the owner’s consent.
“To own a bit of ground, to scratch it with a hoe,
to plant seeds and watch their renewal of life –
this is the most commonest delight of the race,
the most satisfactory thing a man can do.”
~Charles Dudley Warner, (1829-1900) American essayist and novelist
A Minnesota farm field in early spring
“And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.”
~ Anais Nin, (1903-1977) French-born author of novels and short stories
The forest ferns in northern Minnesota are just about to open.
“We are always the same age inside.”
~Gertrude Stein, (1874-1946) American novelist, poet, playwright
Pieces of dried grass peek out of the door of this weathered birdhouse. Despite its aged and worn condition, this birdhouse still serves a noble purpose.
“Gardeners, like everyone else, live second by second and minute by minute. What we see at one particular moment is then and there before us. But there is a second way of seeing. Seeing with the eye of memory, not the eye of our anatomy, calls up days and seasons past and years gone by.”
~ Allen Lacy, The Gardener’s Eye, 1992, page 16
(Quotation source: gardendigest.com)
My mother planted white lilacs in the backyard of my childhood home. I loved them so much that I took a snippet of a bush and planted it in my own backyard some years ago. They are blooming right now and serve as a happy reminder of those carefree days that I enjoyed as a child.
Do any of you have plants that bring back happy memories?
Go out, go out I beg of you
And taste the beauty of the wild.
Behold the miracle of the earth
With all the wonder of a child.
~Edna Jaques, (1891-1978) Canadian lecturer, author and poet
In reviewing this photo I noticed just how long and narrow are the legs of the white-tailed deer. And, I considered that these very same legs are their best defense against the dangers of their environment. For as I approached the deer, they turned to run from me with tremendous grace and speed. Amazing.
“A rose is a rose, but a peony is a friend for life.”
A peony from last year’s garden.