Are you a risk taker? came the question, lobbed across a row of low shrubs and pine straw separating our yards.
If it doesn’t involve bodily injury, I answered, then I’d say yes, I am a risk taker.
And in a moment here came Stephanie with a most gigantic bag filled with daylilies. They had been brought to her as an unexpected donation by a landscaper who had rescued them from an abandoned bed.
Don’t know what color—or colors—they are, she said. Heck, they probably won’t even bloom! But I’ve planted until I can’t plant anymore.
And so I got busy in a rather bare spot just at the bottom of our driveway.
This morning I opened the side porch door to let the dog out and the cat in. This caught my eye:
All I could think is it doesn’t even matter to me if the colors are all mixed up. Whatever they turn out to be, daylilies just the happiest.