At a corner of the lot, behind a patch of untended, weedy shrubs, I found a sign and what looked like a trail head. I parked and went in. Weeds, broken trees, more weeds. And then - a patch of pink fawn lilies. Then more, dozens more, hundreds more, thousands more, all along a network of trails, going deep into the bush. In spots, they were joined by bleeding hearts. And, dotting this carpet of pink and green, a scattering of trilliums, white and pinkish.
|A pair of pink fawn lilies, with their blotchy basal leaves, and a few bleeding heart leaves.|
|A young trillium, still small, very white.|
|An older trillium, pink. With a crab spider that I completely failed to see until I blew up the photo.|
|I circled around, walking down every branch of the trail system Except this one: it was barricaded.|
More flowers tomorrow.