A few of my Tiger Lilies escaped the deer foraging through the wild gardens. These were a long ago gift from my Uncle Otto.
The patch used to be larger, but I am thankful to have just a few.
My Mother had Tiger Lilies growing on the farm in the little flower garden that was planted over the old outhouse hole. We got a flush toilet in about 1960 and after that the old outhouse area became a flower garden…the flowers grew quite nicely there.
I can also picture Tiger Lilies along side my Maternal Grandparents home. They really popped against the white house….Grandma had chicken wire around her flower beds…mostly to keep the dogs from laying in her flower beds.
I know they come in all kind of fancy colors nowadays…but I like the old fashioned ones the best!