Trillium is to me the epitomal magic wildflower, its bursts of white especially fairylike in the dark second-growth evergreen forests I grew up in. To this day, I have a implacable childhood belief that one should never pick or disturb a trillium, for it will never grow back in the same place.
Curiously, Palmer seems to have only collected T. cernuum, (nodding trillium), which I’ve never seen. He did not illustrate or check off in his fieldguide any of the other species. Nowadays the steep slope in between Crumhenge and the Blue Route is covered with what I take to be T. grandiflorum and T. erectum to such an extent that the Crum Woods Stewardship Committee calls it ‘Trillium Slope’. It’s possible that they are descendants of cultivated plants in the Oak Knoll estate garden, which in Palmer’s day would not have been the picturesque ruin it is now.