May is one of the most beautiful times of the year in Michigan. And one of its most glorious signs of spring is Trillium Season. From the moment the first one is spotted on the forest floor, I hold my breath, anticipating the incredible transformation of landscape over the next few days.
Before the trees are even fully leafed out, the woods seem to explode with a spectacular carpet of trillium. They blossom in unison, called out of winter-sleep in the earth, and are left alone to flourish, a protected wildflower that is illegal to pick or uproot.
It’s the profusion of these wild members of the orchid family that takes my breath away. Even the name—trillium—is so lovely, I don’t even need to see the flowers. My sense of wonder is restored by magic in May.