This summer living in our house are 2 adults, 2 teens, 2 tweens, 1 elementary schooler, 1 preschooler, and a toddler. Can you see how many different “agendas” that might create? Yeah half way through summer I am laying to rest my quest for balance. As much as I have striven for it, life is just having none of it.
These are our daylilies right behind the adorable children… (one of my favorite pictures from when we had just 4 little Laverty’s.) The previous owners of our home planted these bulbs and they grow into a little natural rail to our front porch in the summer. They start blooming around the 4th of July and keep going all through the month of July and into the beginning of August.:
Kevin has been known to share the interesting fact that they are edible and as evidence plop an entire bloom into his mouth and then chew and swallow it in front of our visitors (only the bright orange daylilies are edible by the way, not any other kind). We’ve stuffed daylily blooms with chicken salad for the occasional “tea time”. It looks so fancy and our humble little flowers turn into an elegant and tasty treat!
But what I’ve learned to love the very most about this beautiful, fiery colored summer flower this last month is that just like their name says, they are “day” lilies. They bloom for just one day. By the time the day is done they are closed up, wilted, and done. And then like magic, the next day another bud on the stalk takes it place and breaks out in bloom. This pattern continues day after day after day for about 6 weeks.
I usually don’t pick the daylilies to put in vases because they don’t last long. I’d prefer to put together a nice bouquet that will last for at least a week, but this summer the zinnias I usually rely on for picking flowers didn’t get planted till much later, so I didn’t have a lot of choice about what to cut and bring in. Desperate for a little color and freshness one day, I decided to try the daylilies.
I went outside, clipped 3 fresh blooms off the stalk and put them in water in this little blue canning jar/vase:
Then the next morning when they were instead 3 drooping spent flowers I threw them out and started again.
There is something about enjoying the blooms each day on our kitchen table and knowing that by end of day they will be done. It reminds me to enjoy the present and that things don’t last forever, even bad things (like cranky kids x7 who want what they want right now or my own sometimes irritated/overwhelmed moods), and most importantly that I too can be “new” every morning.
The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases,
his mercies never come to an end;
they are new every morning;
great is thy faithfulness. ~Lamentations 3:22-23
Here’s to a new day friends!
With love from mid-summer in Vermont,