Beware the Cernunnos

The trillium flowers used to be everywhere on hikes in the Seattle area and I still feel lucky when I find them. I was always told that when you pick them the trillium died – finito – all done! That’s really only true for the young trilliums but the forests are so well trod that you really only ever see the junior upstarts nowadays. That delicate nature made me fascinated with them and I’ve been sticking them into whatever illustrations I can for some time now. The fact that they are called Wakerobins because they come back each year along with the robins was a poetic bonus for my story in Wiltworthy and the rise of Robin Redbreast.