Our Natal Lilies are in bloom.
When we first moved here we weren’t sure what these large plants with the long, sword-shaped leaves were; the missus thought they might be Lilies of the Nile.
I think it took seeing the blooms before she knew what they were. Late every summer the flower stalks sprout quickly, and after the blossoms wither the plants do, too. When the leaves flatten out and die off, they leave conical stems behind, and every spring the broad leaves come back, strong as ever.
Last year Trucie-Woo, the Norwich Rocker, asked me how large the plants were, so this year I plopped Ernie boy down in front of them to give some perspective.
Yes, the look on Ernie’s face is, “why are you making me sit here?” We’d had a session on “stay” earlier in the day, after he didn’t stay, twice. So when Edie girl did stay I gave her a rawhide chew toy he wanted, which makes him desperate with jealousy. After that he’s going to stay wherever I ask him to, hoping to get back in good favor. (Yes, he got a treat for this.)
You can see these are pretty big lilies. That is unless you believe the doggie DNA people, and accept the notion that I’ve set a Yorkshire / Boston Terrier down in front of them …