So once I had officially moved into my pretty new room at the inn, I had intended to run out briefly to a yarn store of much renown, then settle back in for a day of quiltmaking.  I did do the first (picking up some gorgeous powder blue bamboo yarn) and on my way back, unexpectedly veered off in a completely different direction then I had planned.  You see, a little birdie had told me that the trilliums were out along Route 119, an almost-too-narrow, very curvy strip of blacktop which hugs the shore of Lake Michigan.

It didn’t take me terribly long to encounter my first patch.  Trilliums (yes, this is correct – they are NOT trillia in the plural LOL) were carpeting this sun-dappled forest floor.

The road climbs steadily in elevation until one is high up over the water, and the vista often reminds me of images I see from the Oregon coastline.

Oh, if only I could paint, this would subject matter for sure!

The end of another rich and contented day was punctuated by another beautiful sunset.

While it is illegal to harvest trillium, occasionally plants will turn up at local nurseries.  We are blessed to have our own blooms each May, and what started as two plants has now become five in our flower bed.  This pretty face greeted me every day for several weeks this Spring.