This past couple of weeks while wandering around my local forested parks I have encountered some loveliness.  The first one is a Camellia blossom with a dewiness about it.

Then there is the old standard that I write about each spring – the Trillium.  This one has started to age and has gone from pure white to this lovely pinky purple color. She was there in the middle of a wild forest setting just waiting for someone to adore her.

Then we have a more subdued flower. She is all green and maybe just a bud that will turn into something more brilliant. Check out how she has fur or rather is all fuzzy.  How exquisite mother nature was when she created this plant.