I think they give me a similar joy to the fuchsia with their movement and grace. It is almost like a dance as they develop from bloom to blossom to the final pose before their fall back to the earth.
One day, I got overly excited over a cluster of tiger lilies at a phenomenal garden we visited. Next thing I know the dearest man in my life, George, bought me a dozen tiger lily bulbs. He even helped me prepare the bed for planting.
This summer I was overjoyed with their presence and display.
Here is the first of my tiger lily paintings.
It is watercolor and ink. Stay tuned for the water-based oil painting..........
