When I left Atlanta a year ago, I talked my Mom into giving me around 20 Daylilies from her garden. After I had begged and pleaded to get them, I didn’t plant them immediately. Crazy thing is that they almost didn’t get planted at all. In fact, I think it was the first of winter before I actually put them in the ground on a cold, rainy afternoon. And then I did it without a plan. They had been stored in plastic bags in the back of the house, and I was afraid I had waited too long. So you can imagine how surprised I was this last week when they began to bloom.
Mother was right, “You can hardly kill a daylily.” Each one survived and each one is thriving.