A Daylily Dalliance …

NOTE:  I can’t seem to let the Daylilies go this year.  Don’t know what that is about, but I had to share the last pics of them for the season, so here goes …

Daylilies.  So ephemeral and yet so strong and beautiful.  Year after year, with no attention, with minimal protection, they flower forth and share their joie de vivre for a day.  I think that is why I love them.  They just keep showing us the cycle of life, the growth, the full blossom, the death and the rebirth. I didn’t always love them – they used to just be that orange thing that bloomed in the backyard at my Mom’s house.  But it seems they have played a role in my life.  30+ years ago I hosted a party with friends and we put daylilies in silver dishes on the tables.  It was then that I learned the reason for the name!  They were so beautiful that day, and the next, gone!

So here is my Mom's traditional Orange Day Lily ...

So here is my Mom’s traditional Orange Daylily…

And here is a double that the former owner of my house planted ...

And here is a double that came with my current house.

And these are in Virginia from Kentucky by way of South Carolina, where they stayed for a while.

These are in Virginia from Kentucky by way of South Carolina, where they stayed for a while.

This is a more recent acquisition and I want to eat orange sherbert every time I look at it!

This is a more recent acquisition and I want to eat orange sherbert every time I look at it!

My photography may not be brilliant, but I caught this little guy visiting this cheerful flower.

My photography may not be brilliant, but I caught this little guy visiting this cheerful flower.

It makes me wonder how the world can be so upside down when I see something like this.

It makes me wonder how the world can be so upside down when I see something like this.

All I want to think about when I see these flowers is peace.  Why is it so hard?

All I want to think about when I see these flowers is peace. Why is it so hard?

Maybe our leaders need to garden more, or at least look around more ...

Maybe our leaders need to take up gardening, or at least look around more …

and learn to play well with others!

and learn to play well with others!

Who knows what wonderful things might happen if everybody stopped to see the Day Lilies.

Who knows what wonderful things might happen if everybody stopped to see the Daylilies.

 

 

Judgement versus Tolerance … a backyard musing …

Once the grass started growing this Spring, I started mowing and stopped writing.  I even stopped thinking for a while … but I’m back.  Pulling weeds on this most amazingly beautiful, cool  weekend seems to have jarred the ole thought process … so I started thinking … and then I started reflecting on a number of conversations I have had lately, conversations that seem pleasant enough on the surface, but leave me disturbed on reflection.  Those conversations have ranged from gossip riddled chats, to firing an employee an hour and a half after she started,  to serious reflections on trying to understand life, family and myself.

I have buried myself in my work and my yard as a way to cope, and the yard provided me some ideas.

This is my back yard today, just after I mowed it.  I am very proud of it.  Last year it was completely out of control and I was drowning in it.

This is my backyard, just after I mowed it. I am very proud of it. Last year it was completely out of control and I was drowning in underbrush.  That is Maggie, by the way … she is wondering what I am doing.

No matter how hard I try, this bed always gets away from me.  It has a fine crop of Poison Ivy in it.  Weeds thrive here ... but what is a weed?  Is is something undisirable.  So if I accept the weeks, maybe they won't seem so invasive.

No matter how hard I try, this bed always gets away from me. It has a fine crop of Poison Ivy. Weeds thrive here … but what is a weed? It is something undesirable.  So if I accept the weeds, maybe they won’t seem so invasive.  Jackson is inspecting things here … he works really hard at keeping track of all the comings and goings.

In this garden, this volunteer Bee Balm might be considered a weed.

In this garden, this volunteer Bee Balm might be considered a weed.

And yet look who stopped by to visit and enjoy it's sweet gift of nectar.

And yet look who stopped by to visit and enjoy it’s sweet gift of nectar.  (I really need a faster camera — this butterfly was so excited. she wouldn’t hold still for me!)

From a distance, my garden beds are a riot of weeds and color ...

From a distance, my garden beds are a riot of weeds and color …

But when you stop to focus on any one thing ... well, the flowers just leave me in awe.

But when you stop to focus on any one thing … well, the flowers are just lovely.

Even the old varieties show a complexity and color that are awesome

Even the old varieties show a complexity and color that is awesome.

So do you see where I am going here?  It is easy to live only seeing the big picture.  It is so easy to criticize, to second guess, to shake your head.  What isn’t always easy is to step up and take a closer look.  To take the time to see past what we think we see, to what is really there.  Each of us holds good and bad.  Each of us bloom at certain times and go dormant at other times.  We are ever marching onward, some never moving a step, others on fast forward … all seeking something we may not even be able to identify.

What if we lay down our overcoat of judgement?  What if we look past the weeds and the peeling paint of someone else's weaknesses  ...

What if we lay down our overcoat of judgement? What if we look past the weeds and the peeling paint of someone else’s weaknesses …

And focus on seeing the good things ... close up and with empathy?  What if we wrap ourselves in a breezy light shawl of tolerance and cut each other a break?

And focus on seeing the good things … close up and with empathy? What if we wrap ourselves in a sheer light shawl of tolerance and cut each other a break?

So let’s try it, OK?  Let’s shed that overcoat … that heavy brown wool overcoat of judgement … you know, that one that somehow comes out of the closet every time we get a chance to run somebody down.  Why do we do that?  So we feel better about ourselves?  I know I do it … but I am tired, and I am finding that I would rather be with my flowers and dogs, away from the temptation right now.  I would rather wrap myself in that lovely light woven shawl of tolerance, seeking that place where we are equal and can respect one another — or at the very least, co-exist in peace.

I’ll be sad when my daylilies are done for the season … but I am determined to hang on to their ephemeral beauty … a fragile and yet tenacious reminder of all that is good.