And so, it did not rain today. No thunder or lightning. Only a few passing clouds. Warm, but not humid. In fact, as close to a perfect summer’s day as one could ask for.
We had a lot of errands to run today — and more tomorrow. But wherever we drove, there were daylilies along the road, in gardens, in the woods. I’ve never seen the roads so green.
Weeds and vines have wrapped the fences by the road, overflowed their usual locations and seem to be trying to enclose the whole world.
And everywhere, you could see orange daylilies peeking out from between the greenery. Somehow, these originally imported flowers have become a symbol of summer in New England.
I was grateful for the long day because I knew I would be able to photograph the flowers when we came back from doctors, pharmacy, garage, and grocery. It was a long day and I still have had time to go through my email. I don’t think I’m going to get through it today at all. All this evening, I’ve been processing the pictures I took earlier.
Now it’s late. I’m tired. Tomorrow is going to be very much like today. For that matter, Wednesday is going to be very much the same.
By Friday, I’ll need a gurney to move me to the exhaustion ward.
Through the last month, it rained every day. It didn’t rain all day every day, but it rained for at least a few hours, most of the time heavily. Downpours, accompanied by thunder and lightning, sometimes wind with occasional small tornadoes in the region too. Not surprisingly, we didn’t go out much unless we had business to conduct or groceries to buy.
Imagine my surprise when finally the monsoons stopped and I discovered our garden had gone into hyper overdrive, producing the most enormous crop of day lilies and hedge roses I’ve ever seen. All the fancy roses died of one blight or another over the past few years, and the spring flowers did poorly with so little sun, the late ending of the cold and snow melt and then the endless rain, but apparently, the day lilies and hedge roses couldn’t have been happier and showed their delight by reproducing like mad.
The hedge roses are small, aromatic, almost miniature and grow in bushy clumps so thick with thorns that they could keep out even the most determined burglar … or creature from the woods. We have learned the hard way to not even go near them. They grab at you and tear you — and your clothing — to shreds. Gloves are little help because they grab every part of you, including hair.
We have given the garden to the roses. They have won the day, the pink and the red. And the lovely Chinese lilies have been choked out by the hardy day lilies (AKA tiger lilies). Even the weeds have been unable to survive the determination of these flowering plants.
This is our garden. Now. Gorgeous. Wild. And dangerously full of thorns.
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