At the head of Fauntleroy Creek deep inside of the park are several little fingers of the creek. This is where a creek or river begins. Moisture starts to drain towards the creek and forms small ribbons of rippling water.
For many years near a small foot bridge built, this patch of shamrocks have flourished. They overlook one of those fingers of the creek and bloom little white flowers in the spring.
The sun was coming and going this day. Playing peek-a-boo with the sweet greenness under the forest canopy. If you look close you will see the creek bubbling by the patch. Listen closely and you might hear the tinkle of the water flowing over small rocks.
No wonder these shamrocks have honored the stream for years with their presence and beauty.
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.
I am so happy to report that the trillium patch in Fauntleroy Park is looking spectacular this year. They are not quite to the glory of 5 years ago but at least they seem to have stop declining.
We had a heavy snow this year and then the last couple of weeks have been very spring like. Warmed up so much that on the last day of winter it broke all records with upper 70s. This must have had a huge impact on the patch. Lots of water from the snow and then warmth to make them bud.
On the path have always been two little plants that seem to have escaped the patch. Some years they get trampled so I decided to build something that would alert walkers to them.
I walked onward to see how the bouquet trilliums looked like. I was not disappointed with them either.
If you want to see more about the trilliums over the years in my West Seattle Park, go to this link:
A little rear garden called to me yesterday at the estate sale I attended. I had already bought my ephemera but forgot to go out back. Instead of finding something else to buy I was put into a camellia trance.
Come with me through the garden gate to enjoy their beauty even after the rain had driven them to the ground. You see camellias are so fragile. Their time on the bush seems to be only days and a little rain browns them. Some would say them blemish but their litter is like a carpet of flowers. It always lifts my spirits at the beginning of spring.
The house was lovely in its own way. It is probably close to 100 years old and all red brick.
My enchantment brought me to a couple of special flowers. First is the “blemished” one. She is all brown and creamy. No longer white. I thought she was more perfect in her end resting place than she would ever be on the bush.
Then next to the house was this white flower. She looks like she is still on the bush and a little wind must have sent her onto the rocks up against the house. She is in her glory still.
Then there is the pinkness around the corner. The ground was full of hot pink in many stages of life. I leave you with this pair of blossoms to make you dream of springs delights.
Two weeks make a big spring time difference when you add a little sun. I was so worried about my favorite patch of trilliums at Fauntleroy Park that I went back today.
They are still not up to their glory day of several years ago. However, compared to my last visit they have really sprung up and bloomed their hearts out. (here is a link if you want a refresher – March 2017 Trilliums
To help you compare how far they have come here is the comparison shot.
Add a little dew to a blossom and what do you get? A great flower shot!
The morning sun was making the forest sparkle. I leave you with glowing tree buds.