Tyger, tyger...

Lilies are blooming all over the neighborhood. I felt left out until, yesterday when...

my garden roared at me!

I had been keeping an eye on this plant, and I rather thought it was a tiger lily, but something is eating it, and I wasn't sure the scraggly plant would amount to much. It did, and spectacularly! There are two buds that also look good, so I will have a splash of orange in the garden for a few weeks!

Alas, another, weaker plant beside it has been totally eaten by some vicious creature, including the bud. You can see the poor thing in the picture.

Grrr..

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