Come fall, their leaves fell off for the winter and they looked dead like any self-respecting deciduous plant should. New shoots came up in the spring. Why a part of me was surprised I don’t know.
And then I caught the squirrels chewing off the tops. NO!
And so the not-yet-transplanted pot came inside, behind the windows that cut out 97% of the UV those lilies so much need but I with my lupus so much do not. It amazes me that despite being blocked to that degree they’re still just quietly doing their thing just the same. The leaves and buds and flowers are a bit smaller. I’m counting sixteen instead of last year’s nineteen on the bud count. Hey. But oh, the sweet, sweet scent with just the first two open.
And a certain someone gets credit for giving me flowers all over again.