Thursday, July 14, 2005

Second shift

Back from the beach. Even though we were in a much more comfortable climate (just as hot but with an Atlantic breeze at all times) and had the ocean as our backyard, I still found it hard to be away from the garden. How sick is that?

It was simultaneously gratifying and disconcerting to come home to a garden where some plants had gone in and out of bloom during our absence, unnoticed and unsung, others were just flowering, and a few more had died (no blame to our excellent plantsitter). I have to wonder if jerks passing by are pulling the heads off the front garden lilies; makes you want to do plant searches using “large thorns” and “poisonous to the touch” as your key phrases.

Anyway, the lily season has begun in full earnest, with the trumpets (here, either Golden Scepter or Golden Splendour, two names for the same plant) and the downfacing White Henry I, an early hybrid that’s pretty much in a class by itself.



And then we have Silk Road, an orienpet (trumpet and oriental hybrid).



And, uh, folks, as cool as these are, they are not lilies.



However, I’ll be glad enough to have them during Garden Walk, as I’m afraid many of the real lilies will have bloomed themselves out in this heat.

2 comments:

Thomas said...

I've seen birds dive-bomb brightly colored flowers, knocking the bloom off completely. I think I read somewhere that certain birds are threatened by brightly colored flowers because they think they are brightly colored birds, rivals for their love or competition for resources.

EAL said...

Now that I think of it, this happened to my friend. Birds (or was it squirrels) dive-bombed her peonies, but didn't eat them or anything. She saw it happen.