Monday, September 7, 2009
Farewell to the Tigers
Good intentions sometimes turn into a lot of work. Take this morning, for instance. I fully intended to walk out to the garden, pick a dozen tomatoes, and return to the house. But once outdoors I got side-tracked and spent the next hour and a half pulling up tiger lilies.
Why would anyone do that, you might ask.
It's simple. See those purple stamens? They're loaded with pollen. And when the pollen comes into contact with clothing, it stains. Permanently. Or at least permanently enough that I do not wish to mess with it in the laundry room.
I will keep the original patch near the corner of the house. The tigers remind me of my Gramma Elise Susanne for they originally came from her yard over in Nebraska. I first brought a clump home to the farm when I was twelve years old. And I've moved them with me over the years each time I moved.
I'll keep this patch thinned back away from the sidewalk so that we do not brush against them while walking past. They'll be just fine in this corner.