A love note to July

My lilies are blooming. The big, fragrant oriental ones that fill the house with perfume, and last and last. All the delicate pink and fancy ones went toes up during the last hard freeze, but these babies just go stubbornly from strength to strength in white and yellow glory, trumpeting the values of toiling not, nor spinning. And even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed as one of these.






And the daylilies in their ephemeral proliferation teach me that beauty for the moment is reason enough for existence. (But if you want to gussy up your salads, daylilies are edible, as are violets, rose petals and nasturtiums. You would, of course, want to avoid anything sprayed with toxic pesticides and the like. Get your edible lilies from people as lazy as we are. Nothing gets sprayed around here!)



Orange is not one of my rave fave colors, and yet the daylilies make me so happy!

No news of depth and content today. Just a little eye-candy and a virtual hug.