This lovely lily was taller than me. Unfortunately the moles ate it this winter! It seems there are few baby bulbs around, so maybe one day I will see this marvellous flower again....
Jun 11, 2009
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I hear the evening corncrake calling. Moonlight flood the fields of tasseled grain. -Eino Leino: Nocturne, 1903-
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