Early July seems to be the season of orange, yellow, white, cream. I've seen worse returns, as the garden held its own weight this time with simple tie-ups and dead-heading to do. Worst bit were all the yanked stems and cut lilies. Not present is its own dilemma.
Immobile, getting ready for the night's rest.
The side yard tangle, shifting every year, unrealized.
Lilies in the dark.
That was a horrible ending; encore presentation front yard.