For 11 months of the year I live with the memories of my lilies.
Then, in one glorious month's worth of time, they bloom.
The show is just beginning. From my yard to yours, the first movement of a symphony.
Then, as these bloom, my day lilies start to come out.
This lily, opening up, looks like a triangle.
Are they angry at each other? No.
Lily season in upstate New York. Soon, other colors will come along. Come back next week for more.