I was explaining to Matt this afternoon about my Conca d'Or lily anxiety. It goes like this: Conca d'Or blooms, all of a sudden, earlier than I was expecting. And immediately, while I am rapt with her beauty, I can't bear the thought that the bottom flowers are going to turn brown. Nooooooooo! But it's inevitable, folks. Also, there are only so many hours in the day, and I feel that to maximize the good things in life, I should spend them all with Conca d'Or.
Some facts: Did your lily salesman claim that Conca d'Or is so fragrant that just one bulb's worth of blooms will attract fairies? It's totally true, and completely unfabricated! And one bulb will multiply quickly. That's all I started with, as you can see in this post: A Rosie and a lily, which I think was year two for my bulbs. Now I have, like, so many. And the tallest ones are taller than Matt, who is six feet tall. He's my measuring stick. For last year's post, see here: Conca d'Or and friends.








