This daylily has matured. Matured, I say. Year 4. It doesn’t seem to be as pale as it was in Year 1. Huh.
I call it Big Bloomer. The flower heads are huge. The petals are ruffled. It stays open for at least 16 hours and is a rebloomer.
This was taken two days ago. Every morning I run out in my jammies and pigmunk slippers to see what it’s doing. It’s in the frontscape, near the sidewalk. So it’s in the front frontscape.
Okay. I don’t have any pigmunk slippers. Yet. But I would if I could just catch the greedy little critters.
Hear me, pigmunks?
The dog walkers are kind enough not to comment on the wild woman standing in the front frontscape in her jammies wielding an iPhone at the dog-walking crack of dawn. But they don’t linger either.
They’re the good jammies.
Here be Hump Day.
Everybody grab a freezie. It’s hawt.
Or do you say freeze pop? Or freezer pop? Or ice-pole? Icy-pole? Ice pop?
Ice-pole might be my favorite.