In an ironic role reversal I ran the weed-eater over Dick’s lilies reducing them to ¼ inch stubs.
He got interested in lilies last summer and in a never-ending desire on my part to encourage any bud of horticultural interest on his part, we ended up with quite a few. But as bulbs die back and the weeds thrive and life goes on, I wiped them out with a few well aimed but unintentional swipes with the weed-eater.
I’ve lost a few plants over the years to a weed-eater wielding husband who takes anything green as a personal challenge, but it came as quite a shock to have to give an account myself!
Needless to say I’ve had to do a little payback in my flower shopping lately.
How does the "coolest lily ever" look? Where'd you plant it?
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