When the summer begins I stop at garden centres and rescue daylilies. I can plant them at any time. These places go for the spring trade and then poor little plants get relegated to the reduced-to-clear bin; such an indignity for such a noble flower. I hope to drive home again tomorrow for a few days. This time there will be the cats, a daylily, and me in the hot car. I have a field by the Bay for abandoned day lilies. Consider the lilies of the field....
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