My mother-in-law gave us an Easter lily last year, and we planted the bulb, not expecting much because neither my husband nor I are great with outdoor plants, especially in Williamsburg, Virginia, where the deer and the antelope (that are really deer dressed like antelope) play.
So, the darn thing comes up. And it grows, taller and taller, and then it has five white blossom buds on the top… I was so impressed that our four-legged night visitors had left it alone. So, we made plans. Yes, I admit…plans. We were going to give Mom one of the blooms in the special one-flower vase. Another was going to my office, and well, you get the idea.
Man plans and deer laugh. I looked out the kitchen window yesterday morning and all that remained was a straight green stem, about two feet tall. Nice for a stem. Really, straight, strong, green…
This morning my husband confided that he just might be a little bit mad at the deer who ate our lily. I said, “Don’t be mad. I’ll bet that deer enjoyed every single bite.”