Trillium, a three petaled white flower blooming in the forest undergrowth
Trillium: my mom, may she rest in peace, gave me a deep and abiding love for these redwood forest flowers. They can live to be 12 – 15 years old… they completely disappear for most of the year and then reappear from the same root, to blossom in the spring, year after year. My mom loved these flowers. She told me trilliums were long held as a symbol of white magic, probably because of they way they disappear for months and then reappear the next spring, as if by magic.

I remember one year she tried digging some up and transplanting them to her garden, but they all died; they’re very delicate. I’ve been feeling the same frustration and disappointment this year with the veggie garden we are starting out back. Our seedlings are doing so well, sprouting and growing in our sunny front window. But just when I enthusiastically put some outside in the carefully turned soil, it hails or freezes or pours heavy golf-ball sized raindrops for hours.

Thankfully, while everything else withers, the Valentine’s day sweet peas are flourishing outside, despite the inclement weather. So, there’s that. And I’m not giving up, there are new plants sprouting inside and plenty of springtime left. So, there’s that too.

And the trilliums, the precious trilliums, lifting their lovely white faces like sunbeams among the browns and greens whenever we walk through the forest these days.

And here’s a few snapshots of Easter weekend and a great day I got to spend with the kids at the river:

kids smiling at their uncleNon-stop jokes with their uncle Easter weekend

redwoods and douglas fir trees above the river
OMG, the gorgeous Van Duzen river.

Brother stacking rocks at the riverBrother balancing river rock towers.

both boys playing in the shallow water of the riverFun in the sun.