First time I saw tiger lilies, I was visiting an elderly friend of my mother’s who had a row of them blooming along her driveway.They were so bright and colorful they took my breath away; I remember feeling stunned at such beauty. I wanted my mother to notice, but she was busy, doing adult things, I don’t remember what. I was six-years-old, and might as well have lived in a different universe. However, the lady noticed. She made my mother wait while she put some bulbs in a box. I kept the bulbs for years, tucked in a safe place, believing they were precious, but not knowing how to turn them into flowers.
Saw tiger lilies in a bouquet yesterday. Stops me, every time, with that remembered sense of wonder.