The Daylilies are in full bloom. These are amazing flowers. Every year they come back to produce blooms that literally last for just one day. At the end of the day the blooms die and make room for more blooms the next day, until the season is done.
Members of the congregation I serve have their garden listed on a nearby tour this year. They have dozens and dozens of varieties - all shapes and colors - each having its own name. The deep crimson pictured below, however, is part of a bed they have named: Our Lost Children. Seems the individual names somehow were lost in the shuffle of transporting and planting, so several reside together without identification. They remind me of the pillars of scripture who were never named - the woman at the well, for example - yet shine just as brightly.
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