Saturday, April 26, 2014

My trillium is glorious. My Dad would have loved that.

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.


  1. Gorgeous blooms. My trilliums, here in Ontario, are just coming through the ground.

  2. Gorgeous blooms...I take that as the ultimate compliment.

  3. wonderful! Maybe your dad is adding his green thumb to your flowers! It surely must be a sign from him.

  4. I love this posting, Erin. My cherry tree is in bloom and that is just one of the plants that reminds me of my mother. P. x
    P.S. I don't know why my latest post isn't appearing in your blogroll.

    1. I see what you mean. It is content. Weird.