Closing in on these final months of my 50th year on earth, I find myself in consideration of all things temporal, such as this aptly-named daylily. Each blooms lasts only a day, but what joy can be found in a single day. As I get older and the days seem to slip by faster and faster, I feel the fleeting things to enjoy, the things that I know won’t always be in abundance – the ease of movement (though that’s already dwindling), the head of hair (though that’s gray), the relative health (though I need a bigger pill box for the statins and prils). It also makes me want to do all the things I’ve been putting off – traveling, spending more time in Boston, finally finishing my “new” project that’s been in the works since 2019. There’s an urgency to the days now, and I’m reminded of that in the face of this beautiful daylily.
Perhaps I need to get back to growing daylilies – for some reason I never quite got back into them after planting a collection from Wayside Gardens at my parents’ home several decades ago. I wonder if they’re still there – this is a tough plant that can last for decades, sometimes into a century if divided and cared for well enough. I’d put in six or seven plants to form a border between the well-kept and manicured lawn and the more wild forest behind the house. Each summer morning I’d go out and pull off the blooms that had expired in the night before and examine any new ones that had come into bloom that day.
While each bloom may only last a single day, each stem usually produced a number of buds that open over the course of a week, spacing themselves out to give a decent-enough showing. Some varieties have been bred into giving regular repeat blooms, with a second blooming season later on. The strap-like foliage remains fresh and vibrant the whole summer season, making this a lovely addition to any garden plan. I think I’ve about talked myself into finding room for one.
