No Deer Here

Last week I enjoyed my annual stroll through the gardens

of my friends’ former daylily farm, Whippoorwill’s Call.

There are hundreds of hybrids of daylilies and obviously, no deer.

It is interesting to me how many forms a flower can take in one species of Hemereocallis

if you mix up its genes a bit.

Stargate Portal

Different ruffles and watermarks and tepal markings…

Admiral’s Braid

Here are some of my favorites.

New Journey

I will get the Rumples to check behind me about names.

Tuscawilla Tigress

Of course I was busy talking while photographing, so there are probably some mix-ups.

Always Tomorrow

Check back in a few days if an accurate hybrid name of one of these is important to you.

Jean Swann

If I ever quit talking,

Isle of Capri

I may be able to get something done correctly…but it won’t be as fun.

Druid’s Chant

Aren’t these uneaten flowers amazing?




Mama came back to Snack

There were numerous be-headings overnight.  Oh, the horror!

Mama had a serious hankering for daylilies and hostas.

She especially loves the Whooperee daylilies.

Luckily, I do have one left intact inside the fence to show its juicy, big buds and blooms.

Whooperee daylily

If I were a mama deer, I’d eat it too.

Such succulent flowers…just for show.  How wasteful!

There should be a whole row of red here.  Hi Ho.

This hosta row under the oak should be green. Hmmmm.

Here on the bank is a group of nine Giant Elegans, up past my knees.

The bottom row was a buffet last night.

Elegans hosta

There will be some fence laid down at the feet of my favorite juicy morsels,

to prevent future consumption.

Yes, I love my flowers, but that fawn wobbled away with my heart.

Chomp on Mama. Chomp on.


Wet Lilies

I know I should not complain about the rain.

After all it does bring out the Rainlilies.

Zephyranthus robustus

Another name for these is Fairy lily/ Zephyranthus robustus.

My daughters lily garden is starting to show blooms and buds are blushing.

A new daylily, Moonlit Masquerade is the first to bloom this year.

Moonlit Masquerade daylily

Its my shoes that are the problem. This North Carolina red clay sticks to everything.

I have run out of dry shoes. My shoe basket by the door is full.

I may be forced to go shoe-shopping. Poor me.




Daylily Days III

The colors just keep coming, even in this heat.

Bless these seven beautiful bloomer

Mabel Nolan
Strutter’s Ball
George Teschner
Sabra Salina
Changing Latitudes

I have circled the gardens every morning with my camera.

We have had some rain, so there are many blooms.

I have several more and some Spiders to share next week.

I am also spying on a little critter. I hope to post about it soon. Suspense!


The Family’s Farm

I have always dreamed of having a farm, so I love visiting them.

I envy the space and the history that goes along with a family farm.

Jimmy’s family has been on this farm for generations.


Joyce and Jimmy now grow hay and daylilies and keep a number of animals.

I love visiting anytime, but June is the most beautiful month for daylilies.

They have over 300 varieties. They no longer sell them. They are trying to get their numbers down to a manageable amount.

If you have daylilies, you know that many need dividing to keep blooming.  I can’t imagine the work involved in keeping this many.

I walked through rainbows of color last week.   Here are just a few of the flowers.

Helen Shooter
Moonlit Masquerade
South Seas
Nutmeg Spice
Dixie Boy
Daring Deception

I must include some of the animals. Their horses were running too fast for photos because they were being chased by Tank, the donkey who likes to bite their backsides.

I did get to pet the goats.



June and Johnny


I love chicken noises.  These are young ones.

Juvenile Rooster

This little rooster was trying to crow.  No noise came out. It was so cute!

FLOWER wants a FARM!

Daylily Days II

Here are six more dayliles that just started blooming in the past week.

Purple Pinwheel
Mac the Knife
Nowhere To Hide

I must admit that Nowhere to Hide is one of my favorites. Its color with dark veins and ruffled-edged petals make it unique. It was given to me by my friends Joyce and Jimmy.

I love each of these six. Each has its own attributes.  I am fascinated by the subtle variations.

Emperor’s Butterfly

‘Sound and Fury’ really stands out with its rusty orange blooms.  It has been moved and abused numerous times, so I was glad to see it blooming today.

Sound and Fury


‘Gentle Shepherd’ is really that white.  It was given to me by my sister-in-law, Dana.

Gentle Shepherd

My Easter Lily is also blooming this week. The two look similar, don’t they?

Easter Lily

Gentle Shepherd is a slow grower.  I divided it four years ago and it still has not recovered.


June Again, Knock on Wood

I don’t want to jinx myself by saying this but,

June is usually the month all goes awry.

Something unusual usually happens in June. (Knock on wood)

I am going to try to remain calm and carry on.

If you stop hearing from me, somebody better come check on us.

It is hard to keep up with a garden during June here in North Carolina.

The wetness and warmness make every plant go through a growth spurt,

including the weeds.

To keep me from going through a daylily/Hemerocallis frenzy on-line,

I will share them in phases.

The first five are in bloom.


Whooperee bloomed first this year. It has big, juicy buds that were gobbled up by the deer last year. The spent blooms are heavy and bleed red on your hands. The deer know how to pick the most succulent blooms.

Little Lila

Little Lila is a sweet smaller daylily that fits nicely in a mixed border. The lime green throat is nice contrast to the magenta eye and delicate pink petals and sepals.

Lavender Rainbow

Lavender Rainbow shines  yellow in sun. In shade it appears more creamy. I so love its blotchy lavender eye.  It has slightly frilled margins which dresses is up. Fancy!

Smoky Mountain Autumn

Smoky Mountain Autumn is my favorite color of pinkish salmon. I love how its petals are darker and wider than its sepals and I love that bright yellow eye.

Breed Apart

Breed Apart is nicely detailed with a golden frilly margin to match its golden throat and pollen. Its coloration is webbed instead of solid which reminds me of Amaryllis coloration.

It is hard to pick a favorite daylily. So, I just pick a favorite for each day. There will be some more coming into bloom from now until August. I think of the daylilies as variations on a theme. I mix them in my borders, so that there are flowers blooming before them and after them.

Keep your fingers crossed for me during June. Let’s hope all goes well THIS year.

At least I have eight rabbits’ feet to improve my luck.   Attached to my bunnies, of course.

Oh, oh, the habits of a hare. Oh, oh sitting ‘neath a chair. Sitting ‘neath a chair.


Scorned by the Trees

If you want the whole story,  listen to the trees.


The flowers will greet you at the driveway.


The shrubs will show you to the door, but the trees see it all.

I went to my friends’ farm to photograph the daylilies.


It is June.   They are beautiful.


I felt the trees watching me.


“More folks to see the new-comers.” they said.


The silos sighed.


“Pretty faces, shallow roots.” whispered the trees.


“They know nothing. Blooming little twits.”


“Show-offs. The weeds know more than they do.”

I felts as though I were in a museum taking pictures in the gift shop.



“The story is up here.” they said.

“We have the history.”


“We saw the boy grow to a man and his boy grow to a man.”

“We shaded the cows. We saw the storms and sunsets.”

“We watched the pastures change to neighborhoods.”

“We know the history, yet you are focusing on the flashy little trinkets.”


“All they know is a rainwand and sunshine.”

“Needy and greedy.”


“Are you shallow too.” they asked?

Follow the TREES!




Using Chopstix

I went out in the garden early this morning with my chopstix.

I’d been using knives, but there were issues.

NO,  I wasn’t eating sushi for breakfast.

I was marking my daylilies.


I use plastic knives with the names engraved on the blade.

These have been stepped on and broken by a certain blundering gardener.

If it is muddy, I  have to wipe off the knife blade to read the name.


So my new plan is plastic chopstix with the name engraved on the top.  Then use a Sharpe marker to fill in the scratches and wipe the rest off with 91% alcohol.   Isopropyl alcohol people!

I sat down with my list and Dremel tool last night.


I made a whole new batch of markers.



I chose blue and green to be inconspicuous.  Maybe I should have gotten red instead.


We will see how this works out.

I only broke one this morning.


Now if I can just read my writing!

Follow the forgetful FLOWER.