If the deer leave them to blossom, we have Turks Cap lilies here and there at the margins of the pasture some years. Others, nothing seems to survive the browse.
And while I have more stunning (and more vibrantly-orange) images from this year’s crop, it is those new volunteers that appear in the rangy uncut pasture that I most admire.
It gives the sense of a natural meadow, now filled with white chrysanthemums, yellow and black-eyed susans, Deptford pinks and now these tall hovering spaceship-looking lilies.
Turks cap is a difficult wildflower to photograph successfully, tethered and bobbing in the least breeze, tall and wide enough to present challenges to any kind of focus-with-depth. And the color is so intense, pocket cameras like the iPhone often do a poor job rendering the color that the eye sees.