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Snow fell on March 19, the day before the official first day of spring when we had exactly 12 hours of daylight and 12 of dark. After that, hours of daylight will intrude on the dark until June 21, the longest day of the year. After that, weeks of summer magic of lingering twilight.
On March 19, branches of the maple I could see from my window were outlined in white. A Common Grackle at the feeder looked bemused, the way I felt about this late snowfall. With his baleful yellow eyes he looked around as if wondering if he was off on his timing in returning north. That is all anthropomorphic speculation: not very scientific.
The massed whiteness of thouj sands of trilliums in bloom did not seem inappropriate as a subject on that morning of falling snow. 1 first saw the trilliums late last April. Since then 1 have been reaching unsuccessfully foi the words to describe the experience. I still feel inadequate; the words won’t come. Maybe they don’t exist.
This piece is early and will appeal in time for readers to plan a visit and see one of the most spectacular sights in the Virginia Piedmont. It’s not far, just off Route 66 near Linden. A walk on the trail through the trilliums is easy, only as rigorous as the walkerhiker wants it to be.
I had heard of the Trillum grandiflorum show at Blue Mountain foi years. Nothing could have prepared me for thousands of the bold white
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