The euphoria of spring can lead me to an emotional crash as the first flush of roses falls browning to the ground, petal by petal. Suddenly the big show is over.
It is the not-overly-loved Hemerocallis that keeps me cheerful at this time of year. Day lily peak bloom bridges the end of the first rose flush to the beginning of the second; they keep me smiling and eager to garden until the roses reappear.
Hemerocallis are not universally loved. They are all too common in commercial plantings--supermarket parking lots, office complexes, gasoline stations sprout day lilys. Ugh.
You must admit, they are tough. This one below I dug out to discard about five years ago, leaving the clump stashed with roots exposed behind a Phormium until space opened up in the waste bin. It's still there five years later, and it blooms!
And admit it, some of the fancy-pants hybrids are lovely.
Hybridizing a few of your own is fun, too.
I admit the colors are limited.
And the foliage looks ratty if you don't clean it up periodically
And the gooey mess that was yesterday's beauty must be removed daily.
But every plant has its drawbacks.
That here they fill the empty space between the finish of April's roses and the start of June's--that is enough.
Not that Dahlias are not nice, too...