I'd been forced to transplant them last year from where they'd gotten crowded out by ground covers run amok. They'd already suffered being transplanted from front to back, after the deer proved themselves untrustworthy around the buds.
All that moving around in combination with drought and heat meant no blooms last year. That made two years running I had day lily plants with no lilies to show for it. Impatient as I am I was quite ready to support any kind of bloom display this go-round. And I did not wait in vain. Ta daaaa! Day Lilies!
The 4 o'clocks leaf out early and bloom prolifically until it gets too hot and dry, at which point I feel free to chop the plant tops off for a potential second showing later in the season. They reseed themselves abundantly but are so easy to pull out I never fret about them spreading where I don't want them. I mean, look closely at that bloom...is it not delightful with those curly filaments? I have white ones and pink ones both but the pinks are somewhat hardier and more prolific bloomers. Yep, that difference between the two accurately predicts I like the white ones better as they are mysteriously trickier to get established.
Last but not least, a shot of my daughter's cat making sweet kitty face love with her shoes after she was out working in the garden. Well, that's confusing. Let me try again. My daughter was out working in the garden, not her cat. At least, not her cat.....yet.
If I already had cats trained to work out in the garden I'd be telling you all about that for darn sure. That is while I wasn't busy counting my piles of money made off the "Your Cat Can Garden, Too" Feline Gardener Training Sessions.
Who wouldn't want a cat who would thoughtfully weed in between bouts of chasing off squirrels? Nobody wouldn't, that's who.
Considering the need I'll be filling, the income generated by cats trained to garden and deer trained to eat nut grass (another work in progress) is bound to be substantial. Once that starts rolling in, there'll be little else to do in my fantasy future other than counting then back stroking, through piles of my well gotten gains.
At these earliest conditioning stages, the cat's response to exposure to the gardening process looks something like this.