I bought this trillium about thirty years ago from a nursery in Ontario. It had a flower or two each year. They seemed small and fragile. I am from Ontario and they are such a symbol of my childhood. They were all through the forest behind our house. So even though it didn't flourish, I loved it and let it be.
My father died two years ago this month. It has been a time of learning about him. Of reconciling my life without him in it. Joy in knowing that he is with his parents, brothers and Rhoda. The real and true loves of his life.
When I returned home from my fathers funeral, I walked up the driveway and stopped in my tracks. The trillium had the three biggest flowers I had seen since leaving Ontario decades ago. They were perfect. I was overcome.
So these are the flowers now. They seem a bit bigger this year. I have given them a bit of fertilizer and I'm going to nourish it and see if I can get five flowers next year. The thing I am sure of is that it will be flowering in April...I love you Dad.