Friday, July 6, 2012
Al was walking one morning and saw a yard totally taken up with daylillies of every color, shape and size. Floyd was out deadheading so Al stopped to comment on the gorgeous flowers. Floyd, with the dry humor we came to appreciate said "Well, at least you know what they are!" and invited him to come to the back to see the rest. Al said he'd be right back, that he knew I'd want to see them, too. And our friendship began.
For the next seven or eight years of Floyd's life we visited him when we were on Vinalhaven. I loved going over in the mornings to help him deadhead - we'd often fill a couple of five gallon buckets with spent blossoms, chatting all the while.
But we look forward to their blooming every summer. Al works to discourage the deer from nibbling them as they look forward to them, too.
We are not alone in delighting in Floyd's flowers. He sold and gave away thousands over the years. They are probably everywhere up and down the east coast - and maybe farther. I suspect that all of the beneficiaries think of him often as they put the plants to bed in the fall and wait eagerly for the blooms through the spring.