When I was a girl, my mother had daylilies. Two kinds. The common orange and another one that was darker, more maroon. I loved those daylilies, in part, because they always made me sad. When they bloomed, I knew the summer was about half over, and it was time to count down the days until school started and my summer freedom was over.
I was surprised to learn, some time ago, that there are thousands of varieties of daylilies. At the time I had no garden (nor for about a decade afterwards or more). But the first thing I ordered after we'd been here at Pugsley for a year was a set of 15 daylilies. I spent hours on the Valley of the Daylilies site, picking a selection of historical and spider varieties that I hoped would look good together. I love the look of spiders, but I also want a garden that looks like it could have been here for 100 years (with a bit of imagination, that is).
It was a little odyssey to get them into the right spot in the yard and get them blooming. They didn't do well at all last year and I had to dig a second, sunnier bed for them this spring, but now they're blooming and here they are -- the ones that have bloomed so far, that is.
I've had real trouble getting a good shot of the garden, but here are the best couple, from the corner ...