This is the time of year where I am sure to always have a pair of scissors stashed in my car. The roadsides are splashed with brilliant orange wild lilies and I stop and cut a bunch every time I leave the house.
I just love to have fresh flowers in our house and these lilies are probably my favorites. They bring me back to my childhood and the joyful feeling of fun Summer days. My grandparents, aunt and uncle and cousins had campsites at a campground just a few miles out of the town where we grew up. Our family would go out to visit and I remember sitting in the back seat of the car filled with excited anticipation to all of the fun we’d have. There was a stretch of country road that led to the campground that seemed to have miles of blazing blooms on either side. I remember being enchanted by the flaming bright beauty that streaked past the windows.
Oh, the fun I would have with my sister and cousins and other camp-site friends! Hours upon hours in the pool, trips around the pond on a bicycle built for two, Mother May I and Farmer Brown Let Me Down on the see-saw, foosball and penny candy, hayrides and tetherball.
To this day, seeing these lilies reminds me of all of the potential for joy in these long Summer days.