Spring gets me rushing around in the garden. I am always behind… dig, weed, seed, weed, water, feed, weed.
I spotted my first daylily bloom yesterday. It was Emperor Butterfly down on the bunny bank. Excuse me, it is not June.
It is bad enough to have all the weeds zooming ahead of schedule. Now my own flowers are showing me up.
Not one but three daylilies are blooming. “It is still May.” I say!
Whooperee was actually first because I spotted a spent bloom on it from the day before. Its juicy blooms are a deer favorite.
I guess the hot temperatures last week fooled them.
Nutmeg Spice burst into bloom this morning, although its not June.
I guess its time to sprinkle Deer Scram. I’d best hurry… sprinkle, weed, dig, weed, feed, deadhead, weed.
I think I am getting too old to garden.
Forgive me for not including the names. My right arm is in a sling. Typing is painful.
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The Easter lilies are not the only white lilies shining on this cloudy day.
I also have a Gentle Shepherd daylily given to me by my sister-in-law, Dana.
It is a slow grower, so I do not share this one often.
My Navona lily has dark pollen which makes its face striking.
This corner was supposed to be only Navona, but…
As luck would have it,
this tall gorgeous yellow arrived in the package with the Navonas by accident.
I am a fan of white flowers, especially at dusk.
Our strolling down the sidewalks of Bramwell was detoured by a marvelous garden.
There was a row of dahlias shamelessly showing off right there next to the sidewalk.
You couldn’t expect me to waltz right by without stopping to meet them.
Thomas Edison was closest to the gate. I barged in like a blogger gone mad.
There were some show-stoppers that I needed to know the names of for future purchases.
Harold Brown, the pianist and gardener, informed me that these beauties came from Old House Gardens in Ann Harbor, Michigan.
When flowers are involved, the Flower gets a bit brazen.
I usually visit this farm in June at the peak of daylily season.
I did not get there until July this year. I am glad.
There was a whole different crop of flowers.
They seemed unbothered by the heat of the southern summer.
This place used to be a working dairy farm then a daylily farm.
Now it’s just home to folks and flowers, goats and horses.
Here are some daylilies that bloom mid-July.
I always enjoy my time with these friends and their flowers.
This is my favorite daylily. Okay besides Nowhere to Hide and South Seas and …
I do not know its name.
I got it on a hot as hell day at a chaotic event at Daniel Stowe Botanical Gardens back in the 1990’s. I wish someone there would identify this giant for me. Hello Daniel Stowe!
It is a late bloomer. Its first bloom opened yesterday. I visited it many times. I photographed it with my hand for scale,
but then decided it deserved a ruler for accuracy.
This giant has big bubba blooms that amaze me every year. Here is its spent bloom beside a large variety, Mabel Nolan.
Its a lovely, light yellow with a little ruffle along the edge.
Giant and gorgeous!
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I am thrilled but puzzled by the bounty of blooms this year.
Could it be related to the fact that none of my dayilies got to get to full flower last summer?
Has the deer herd done me a favor? Probably not.
I suspect that my four-legged friends have been sublty munching on my blooms for years.
Here are some more daylilies blooming today. They just keep coming!
Purple Pinwheel daylily
Yabba Dabba Doo daylily
Stay tuned. There are a few more that bloom late in the season.
It’s been such a delight to see all my Hemerocallis varieties blooming this June,
unlike last year when they were devoured before opening.
Here are some more lovely blooms.
I am feeling a bit greedy keeping all these juicy blooms for myself.
If I could train the deer to deadhead, we would both be happy.
Why can’t nature be more cooperative?
The deer battle continues. I have pulled out all the stops.
We have fence. We have Deer Scram.
We have stakes. We have bird netting.
So far so good.
Here are a few survivors.
I cannot let the deer learn to eat my flowers or they will stay in the area and only eat my juicy flowers.
I am being cruel to be kind. I do not believe in interfering with nature.
I do not feed the birds(except hummingbirds) because they stay in one area
and the bird’s of prey learn to hunt there most of the time
and everybody gets lazy and crowded and spreads diseases…
It’s not nice to fool with Mother Nature!
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