The thing I like about Tiger Lilies is their ability to grow anywhere. Sure, people plant them in bunches along driveways and in flower beds, but mostly they thrive in ditches and fields. They can survive in the grittiest and lowliest of places. They are loud and hardy, and they love the sun. Like me. The Tiger lilies and I are in sync, man.
I love Tiger Lilies. They’re one of my favorites, and for several days now I’ve eyeballed a particular patch of them, waiting for them to pop open so I could take a few pictures. I noticed the field Monday. I drive by it every day to and from work, and it sits next to the entrance of a paving company. It was such a nice surprise to suddenly see them peeking their buds above the weeds in search of the sun. Dozens, maybe hundreds of them.
A sea of orange along a busy highway. Did anyone else notice them I wondered? Every morning I’ve slowed as I got closer to them, trying to decide if it was THE day. Tuesday-not yet. Wednesday-still too soon. Thursday-hmmm, almost. Today-wait, wait, yes! It’s THE day. I parked along the grassy shoulder and bailed out of the car with my camera, and while I enjoyed taking the pictures, the best part was just being there. There is something cool about standing in the middle of a field surrounded by waist high flowers in the early morning sunlight.