Daylilies are not Lilies but they Hang Out Together

  Little Grapette miniature daylily. Wants a new companion behind, maybe a full-size daylily in pink.

Silver Veil, waiting for perennial companions to grow, Persian Shield and pink Pentas.

Seedling Daylily from seed I gathered in somebody's pretty bed.

Lilium. Algarve or Elodie, I forget.

Little Business daylily fronts this bed.

Old red hemerocallis at the end of the day.

Dazzle lily and friends

Longiflorum/Asiatic Lily Hybrid.

These are among the longest-lasting lilies in my garden.

Some more spectacular hybrids died out or were eaten by voles. 

Next fall I plan to plant daffodils around each lily bulb I plant

to see if that discourages voles. I plant daylilies in front of

some daffodils to help hide dying daffodil foliage.

Flowers and text are from the garden of Nell Jean blogged on Dotty Plants Journal in hot, humid Southwest Georgia.

Where the Lilies Blow

I have desired to go
Where springs not fail,
To fields where flies no sharp and sided hail
And a few lilies blow. --Gerald Manley Hopkins

'Lilies of the Field' (gladioli) grow along the fence at an old house site.

These glads have persisted uncared for, for more than 50 years.

Inside the fence, mowing revealed large drifts of silvery Silk Grass, which is unhurt by mowing.
Silk Grass blooms in the fall.  

The woods are shrouded in shadows as the sun sinks to the west.

He-who-mows left patches of lantanta and mimosa vine while taking out wisteria vines by the acre.

Paw paw grows in the firebreak.

Back in the Garden, Dazzle has commenced bloom.

 

Flowers and text are from the garden of Nell Jean blogged on Dotty Plants Journal in hot, humid Southwest Georgia.

First Blooms: Magnolia, LA Lily, Hydrangea

First blooms are always high out of reach. "Little Gem." 

You can see stamens that shed through the translucent petals.

I don't remember its name. I do remember that it is an LA hybrid.

Maybe it is 'Easter Bonnet.'

This is the first mophead hydrangea to bloom.

It was a cutting that I stuck by the birdbath a few years ago.

The little sign says, "Welcome feathered friends."

The birdbath leans so that it drips into the rock below for

the convenience of little birds and thrashers who like low water.