A long time ago Uncle Otto gave me some Tiger Lilies for the wildgardens that weren’t so wild back then. They bloomed wonderfully then the deer found them….you can imagine what was left. It didn’t matter how much special “deer stuff” I sprayed on them…they ate them flowers and all.
This year they have re emerged and are finally blooming.
I was happy to see these, they reminded me of the gardener that so graciously shared with me so long ago.
My Mother always had Tiger Lilies in her garden at the farm…out past the old outhouse…later exactly where the old outhouse was…the lilies liked it there.
We need rain, the grass is turning brown in sunny spots, the brush in the woods is turning yellow…leaves crunch underfoot in the yard.