I'll admit it: I'm a sucker for a pretty plant. Pretty flowers, graceful forms, colorful foliage... that all resonates with the part of my brain that says "pull-out-your-money, honey". This yellow trillium, though, I didn't buy, didn't plant, haven't nurtured. More often now, I realize how my own efforts pale beside those of nature. How many trilliums once bloomed underneath the big houses and green grass yards and planted flower beds in this place I call home?