A hot cup of coffee after a good meal in a nice home with family and friends, that’s something to be thankful for.
P.S. I did not shop in stores yesterday.
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On a hot, sunny, cloudless summer afternoon, its yard overgrown and tattered by the heat, it looked so bleak, and somehow from this angle it looked as if it was in some remote place and forgotten.
Yet it is a modestly nice house, this older Victorian-era home, on a corner that I pass frequently; it’s regularly renovated and renewed by someone, only to be abandoned yet again, and falls into disrepair. I was so glad to see it renewed the last time. I hope it gets another chance.
This daylily faces directly east and welcomes the sunrise, opening quickly after the sun is over the horizon.
It’s a very old daylily, older than me. I moved it from my mother’s yard when I sold her house almost ten years ago, and I remember watching the clusters of buds form on the plant, reminiscent of small bananas until one by one the popped open on a summer morning. My mother dug it up from the yard of a friend’s mother before I was born, so who knows how old this daylily really is, or how many other yards it graced on summer mornings before my mother’s. That’s another reason I call it the Sunrise Lily. It blooms each year right around her birthday.
This little basket of flowers in my front yard is ready for the holiday this evening!