trilliumaires, not billionaires
We don’t have trillionaires yet. But look around— the billionaires are already racing past reason.
The forest floor is waking up. Spring has arrived.
This weekend, camera in hand, I hiked through Susquehanna State Park in search of wildflowers.
I first spotted Virginia bluebells and Dutchman’s breeches along the trail. And then another of spring’s early risers caught my eye —trillium grandiflorum.
Seeing trillium for the first time made me think of Anna Brones’ artwork, “Trilliumaires Not Billionaires.” It’s a charming sticker (and poster, and postcard) with a simple message for the current moment.
What if society was governed by nature lovers, not money lovers?
After seeing trillium up close, I decided to learn more about it.
Trilliums are found across North America and parts of Asia. Their petals and sepals always grow in threes, unfurling from a rhizome beneath their ground. They are a beautiful combination of art and science. And they don’t rely on wind or birds to spread their seeds. They rely on ants. Yes, the same creatures you try to keep out of your kitchen. These tiny, ground-hugging caretakers, drawn to the sticky gift wrapped around trillium seeds, are multipliers of spring beauty.
Plants and their nature-partners have so much to teach us. Unfortunately, not everyone listens.
We don’t have trillionaires yet. But look around— the billionaires are already racing past reason. At this pace, the unimaginable is just ahead.
After the hike, I chalked a patch of sidewalk with my nod to trilliumaires — those who seek the wisdom of Mother Nature and reject the worship of profits over planet and people.
What would you rather see instead of billionaires?
