I knew I would have to post more about lilies, because I have so many and some of the really stunning ones are now blooming.
I really should keep better track of the names of these guysI have no idea what most of them are called. Of course, a few are transplantsgifts from friends and relativesso I wouldnt have any way to know their names (and some are so old no one still living probably knows what they are).
For instance, the tiger lilies I got from my Aunt Jane a few years agoI think they may have originally come from her mother, my grandmother. Jane was very generous with
them and I have manyI didnt realize how tall they would get, so some really need transplanting. . . for instance, I planted some right in front of our bird bath, and when theyre blooming theyre about two feet taller than the birdbath, so you cant actually see it. . . the birds probably enjoy bathing in private, but every year I tell myself I need to move them after they are done blooming (you are correctI have yet to actually get around to it).
I know I mentioned in my previous lilies post that I plant the Easter lilies I bring home from churchbut I always pick the colored ones (they just seem more appealing to me at that time of yearbright yellow, orange, whatever). So I have quite a few
that were never labeled with a cultivar name to begin withEaster lily is probably what they were called. (Florists arent really the same as nurseries when youre talking
I have some Stargazer lilies that used to be right behind the garage, in an area of the yard that we pass frequently, but honestly, they smelled SO BAD that I moved them into a corner of the Harry Potter garden, rationalizing that its legitimate because the Centaurs in the forest are star gazersthey study the stars. (Lame, I know, but close enough for me.)
I do have other lilies that I specifically purchased, but just cant remember what theyre called . . . its probably a good thing I only have one child because apparently Im not so good with remembering names. I probably even have the tags for many of my lilies somewhere. . . maybe even still tucked down in the big front pocket of my gardening tool belt. But my organizing skills are not fabulous, and its never been that important for me to know, after all this time, what the names of the lilies are.
So I just appreciate them when they bloom, and call them hey you. It’s worked for me so far.