Posts Tagged ‘lily’
Ravaging Varmint
We received a wonderful multi-colored lily as a gift last year and Cyndie planted it in the ground outside our front entrance to the house. It was one of the first plants to sprout from the ground when the snow melted away this past spring. It brought us both great joy when the flower blossom appeared.
Isn’t that just wonderful?!
Well, yesterday, this is the scene Cyndie unexpectedly stumbled upon:
Not looking so wonderful anymore, eh?
What critter would not only dig up such a beautiful flowering plant but toss it away like a piece of unwanted trash?
The most likely trouble makers we suspect are squirrels or chipmunks. We’ve seen both marauding in the vicinity of the once glorious lily.
We’ll see how hardy the lily turns out to be. Cyndie replanted it.
I may need to spend some extended time lounging on the front step. My slingshot hasn’t had any chances to come out a play for quite a while. We can find out who is more patient, them or me. If I sit still long enough, me thinks they might just forget I’m there and I can apply a little consequence for their ravaging behaviors.
Vengeful? Who, me?
In this case, a little.
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Lily Show
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We are enjoying a period of wonderfully comfortable summer weather. Our variety of Asian lillies are popping open like a July Independence Day fireworks show.
The dew point temperature is in the refreshing 50s (F) and we are well-between rainfall events. The sunlight still lasts summer-long, but the grass has finally slowed to a reasonable rate of new growth. I hesitate to mention that I have spotted some leaves on the ground under one particular tree that has already decided to start the change process from green leaves to yellow.
It is the pause of breath before the big exhale toward fall. The raspberries have yielded a bumper crop this year, but the bushes now look like we’re arriving at the end of berry season. In contrast, the plum trees are just starting to reveal their fruit, cherry-sized green orbs becoming apparent.
Down the path a ways, one of our volunteer apple trees in the woods has decided to drop its fruit a little early this year, providing a trigger for another passing thought about the relative shortness of our growing season.
This time of year I find myself mystified by the incredibly extreme amount of change that happens across the span of seasons where we live. The number of what seem like endless winter days trekking along the frozen trail that Delilah and I stomp into the snow around the perimeter of our property becomes a surreal memory in relation to the lush green landscape and warm breezes we are treated to in July.
The colorful explosions of flowers like our lillies become an icing on the cake that is summertime.
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