Sounds like one of those frustrated nineteenth century novels where the heroine spends a great deal of time looking out of an upstairs window, fiddling with the net curtains whilst pinning all her hopes on a forthcoming bring and buy sale and the subsequent Gay Gordons in the church hall.
Or it could be a new religion, or yoga movement. The time of the lilies is nigh, make sure your soul is squeaky clean and you can get up from downward dog without Mrs Smith yanking your waistband again (memo to self, don’t wear the very stretchy leggings again, at least not for yoga.)
But it isn’t. What it is, is mid July in the Northern hemisphere and the lilies are out.
When I say the lilies are out, I don’t, of course mean like the young doctors, lining the pavements with placards and a brasier. (That’s the metal dustbin with the holes in and a fire inside and a few hopeful sausages on sticks perched on the rim. Not the burn your brassieres like in the early seventies, which many noted at the time, was only for the flat chested. I don’t recall anyone over a D cup participating.)
Anyway not that. Nor out like the railway workers, who haven’t yet realised that if they scupper the trains enough we’re all going to find another way of getting there.
No the lilies are sufficiently out to be seen from the lawn and the upstairs window. Not only out but up.
Almost as tall as the tree which is about seven or eight feet tall.
Here they are from the pavement side.
Pretty good huh? And in close up.
Fantastic. The lilies round the back of the house are just as good.
These are the Hemerocallis, the day lilies, in which each flower only opens for a day.
And
all the lilies beside the patio door are flowering too.
It’s the time of the lilies.
This year particularly good because I found a spray to deter lily beetles, which doesn’t harm them, though you do have to spray every third day.
I did religiously, on strike against lily beetles. Every time I spotted them out of the net curtain I popped out, spray in hand and I watered and fed them and now
is the time of the lilies.
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