It was her custom to visit the garden in the early hours.
To watch the sun turn the mountains violet blue
And glory in the quiet elegance of the morning.
It was her custom to visit the garden in the early hours.
To watch her lily reach toward the sun.
To grow and grow and grow in stately beauty.
It was her custom to visit the garden in the early morning.
To take possession of her flowers.
Instead she put her silver secateurs aside
And left the lily for all to share its stately beauty.
Bel' Occhio 
So very beautiful! How lovely to sit with you in the morning and see all the beauty that surrounds you! Now in the heat of the day, you are inside cutting up books and making cards! XXOO e&a
I am, I really am Mr. Tin Man. Up at 6 a.m. to garden and now in the heat of the day having a creative time with my cards. The book I found – some of the poor pages crumble away, but I am rescuing many charming illustrations and stories. Stay Cool you two. XXOO L & V
By the by………..I have NEVER EVER seen a lily bloom so beautifully………..EVER……just magnificent!
Stately lily started life in my garden as one bulb four years ago. Now it is two gorgeous plants and there are two small children joining the parent plant. This year Tinny – this year was the very best! XX oo vv
You really do live in a magical place, Virginia! And why am I reminded of the Land of Oz?
My dear darling Jo Nell – I simply must stop leaving my my slippers outside the front door! Perhaps you noticed a silver axe by the fireplace woodpile?
Your eye is truly beautiful! Thank you for sharing your magic! _Resa xoxo
I bought that particular lily bulb a few years ago and can’t remember the name. This is its fourth and most magnificent year of blooming. I think our particularly mild winter contributed to its magnificence. I coiuldn’t bear to turn it into a cut flower. Xx OO Virginia
The fourth blooming …& the 4th of July!
Your impulses are magic! Keep planting and growing!
I love it! _Resa xoxo
Beautiful. And it will stay that way for a long time —
The slightly cool than average weather has allowed this glorious flower to flaunt its beauty. I so did the right thing not using it as a cut flower. I
What an elegant set of blooms, and words to accompany them. Your garden sounds like a very special place, Virginia.
To walk out of my kitchen. To walk across the quiet field to our vegetable garden. To gather vegetables and the only sounds are bird songs and the occasional comment from the cow barn – it is an almost unspeakable pleasure. It is the simplest things in life that frequently gives us this joy.