Trilliums, Dogtooth Violets, and Jack in the Pulpits. Oh My!

   The Old Farmers Daughter,
     
               I loved roaming the fields and woods. 

             
                       The snow melting in the spring,
                      
                                   running off into the pond or creek.

                              

                                                     The new growth sprouting.   

 The front woods is where the sun set. 

Here was the tree with the "3 J's" carved on it. 

At the back of these woods was a small natural spring,
 a little beauty spot I liked to visit. 
There was a deadfall where the ermine lurked.
Squirrel were abundant.




 Jack in the Pulpits would be found.
Early in the spring you would find 
dogtooth violets snuggled up 
to the base of trees.

 The back woods were behind the swamp.
 There were huge old vines

and on the far side old barbed wire 
grown into the trees. 

  

    This is where the

trilliums flourished.

 Huge patches of giant trilliums.

 Mostly in white and a few purple mixed in. 

   There also were ironwood trees. 
The Old Farmer said they were so named for the obvious reason,
 they were like iron. You would be hard put to cut one down.

Of course I had to put this to the test. 
 I was quite handy with the hatchet

having cut down lots of small trees. 
So I tackled an  ironwood tree with optimism. 

   Which soon turned to a pessimistic attitude.

 The Old Farmer was right.
Why would I even question his wisdom! 
But, we learn through experience.