Here I am, finishing up my doctorate and still waiting for the next door to open.  My knuckles get raw from knocking.  They said it would open doors, and I need to stay optimistic, positive.

The garden helps.  And, the blog is to be my happy place, so I won’t dwell on bloody knuckles here.  I will say that when I left my computer to go put compost and manure in my daylily pots (some needed to be replanted do to settling), my mood shifted.  I was focused in the moment.  Painting daylily tiles does the same thing. Flow.  Loss of time, self. So, hey, what a blessing these guys are to grow.  It is more than the blooms . . . it is the cycle of life.

Today was my last Pizza Crust for the year.  It is a lot prettier later in the day to me.  So, this was actually taken in the evening.  Have to savor the last one.

Pizza Crust – Photo by Colorado Kid Daylilies – C. Hartt

And. Stella.  She seems to be taking a break before sending new scapes . . . and I have 3 of her.  So, I shall be patient.

Golden Stella – Photo by Colorado Kid Daylilies – C. Hartt

I still have Frans Hals, Heirloom Heaven, and Red Hot Returns. And, a few new plantings on the way . . . big, classy spiders.  I just love them with the yucca.  As Tom Hanks said in Castaway – Let’s see what the tide brings in tomorrow.  A new bloom, an interview, a porta-potty?  Here is to optimism!