Daylilies

Our yard is suddenly exploding with little clusters of brilliant color now that the rain has ended.  The daylilies are blooming, along the back walk and along the road, literally appearing overnight.  They are like bursts of fireworks.

The older I become, the more I find myself enjoying flowers in a helpless kind of way.  I have always admired the subtle beauty of the roadside wildflowers, the trembling, shy introverts; but now I find myself falling for the blazing ornamentals, the showy extroverted flowers, that boldly seem to be saying in these first few days of summer, "I am alive!"  They are like mature women who march confidently into the room wearing bright red dresses and outrageous hats, demanding that you notice them.

Even these hydrangeas down the road, an extravagance of blue, calls out to me these days in the language that only summer days can speak.

It was a good day to stroll easily down our road taking photos, and then to put on my boots and climb to the top of Sunset as fast as I could, the trail filled with families and children and couples walking hand in hand on this Sunday morning.