There is a poem that goes with this: I went out for Trout Lily today.Lily season in the Maine woods,and I was inspired by photosposted by other stay-at-homefriend photographers aroundthe country. I braved the BlackFlies (that’s me risking, truth tobe told, a severe allergic reaction),pedaled almost 10 miles to thetrail head in Emmon’s Preserve,hiked in … Continue reading Trout Lily