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Everyone in the Province of Ontario knows the trillium (Triilium grandiflorum). It is our Provincial flower. They teach us as far back as kindergarden about the trillium and how we're not supposed to pick it because each plant only produces one new plant (sometimes the whole plant will die if part of it is picked). The result of that education is an unhealthy feeling of awe everytime I see one. I can't help it. Logically I know that I shouldn't place it's importance over any other wildflower, but years of indoctrination has set in. It's wise to impart a sence of value to each indigenous species; not just the government sanctioned ones. Yet when I was riding a rickety old bike along a gravel cottage road, I couldn't help but exclaim out loud when I saw this first plant. I immediately hopped off the bike to take this photo. Then when I got back on the bike and came across a large colony of plants a few feet along, my heart nearly stopped. Even when we were driving along the highway I couldn't help but announce each cluster we passed. It's insanity! In case you're wondering, the trillium flower is usually white but they turn pink with age. |
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