Ever think about how awesome it would be to have zillions of dollars? Do whatever you want all day, every day? Me too. There’s nothing wrong with daydreaming, but next time you’re feeling like your life is lacking, consider the life of the trillium.
These pretty little plants are “spring ephermals” which means they are hiding underground except for a brief window when maximum sun reaches through the canopy to the understory. They are also myrmecochorous, a fancy word that means their seeds are dispersed by ants. Like most plants, they can’t move, even if a hungry deer approaches and starts munching on them- as they are without thorn or poison. Did I mention that picking a few leaves can kill a trillium?
So life as a trillium- IF you happen to survive all winter, AND manage to not get eaten, AND end up having offspring of your own- they will be taken by ants. The end.
Were these lovely little flowers wasting time wishing they had some cash? Personal jets? Human arms for deer punching? Not even close. They were living the best 3 days of their lives, exploding out of the ground like a magic carpet as far as one could see, and countless miles beyond.
PS- Can you dedicate a picture to someone, like musicians do with songs? If so, I had my good friend Perri and her husband Tom on my mind when exploring these woods. They have had one hell of a year. They have more memories together than flowers in this forest, and I hope they are making a few more right now. -Z