Behold the simple daylily. Found roadside on many a stretch of America, these common plants are synonymous with summer. Fiery, fresh, and gone too soon, they share many of summer’s traits. Each blossom lasts but a single day (if that) but many buds are held by each stem, giving the appearance of a longer blooming period.
One of my self-imposed childhood chores was to deadhead these in the border I planted in our backyard. I’d ordered a collection of hybrid daylilies from Wayside Gardens, to supplement the single substantial mound of the traditional form you see pictured here, which up to that point had been our only brush with this easy-going plant. Its strap-like foliage stayed handsome year-round, and even though the blooming period of a single bud was a day, their voluminous grouping of buds made for a decent few weeks of successive color. For that reason, daylilies became the early backbone of our garden.
Today, I still thrill at the sight of a wild patch of these blooming in almost unassuming fashion. They occupy a rare room of memory in which the reality matches up with the fantasy. For me, the fantasy was finding a flower like this blooming in a stretch of forest edge beside an unlikely section of road. It was near my old elementary school, down a bank littered with mostly deciduous trees. There, beside the sidewalk, was an impressive stand of daylilies, nodding their orange blooms beneath the dappled sunlight. They were set back a bit from the road, and I wondered whether anyone else had seen them. For me, it seemed like a delicious secret. I ventured down there one day to inspect them up close. The walk was longer than I’d usually go, and that section of forest was unknown to me so I had to be more cautious. Eventually, after a battle with some hefty wild grapevines, I found the daylilies.
They were even more exquisite at close range, where I could better appreciate the bright green leaves and slender stems, along with the brightly-colored flowers – all fire and glowing embers, like little goblets of flame held aloft on torches of green. There was a dip in the ground nearby, which filled with water during the wetter parts of the year. It lent a tropical aspect to the space, and next to the daylily blooms it was like some snippet of paradise, as far removed from upstate New York as one could be.
I savored the moment and embedded the memory in my mind, where it remains to this very day. Summer works its wonders…
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