Each evening, as the last bit of glorious sunshine filters through the trees beyond our western fence, Judy picks the finished daylily blooms. Daylilies only bloom for one day. The plant, or clump, may have lots of buds that allow it to produce blooms for several weeks, maybe as long as a month. Sometimes I help; and our granddaughter has been known to help, prior to softball and Covid. So Judy goes throughout the garden plucking today's blooms. We used to call it deadheading the plants. Now Judy refers to the practice as "live-heading". Not every daylily gardener does this, but Judy enjoys seeing fresh blooms in the morning.
It's very nearly a spiritual practice, "blessing the day", giving thanks for blessings and noting those interactions that were less than blessings. The blooms are picked off and dropped into a large plastic tub. The beauty is past, often with just a hint remaining of the depth of its earlier color. The blessing is remembered. And we, even in that moment, are preparing to see the beauty after the next dawn. I'm very much in that mode as I prepare for my next cancer treatments, thankful for all that is past and what has been achieved, and looking forward to what the new day will bring. Especially when this is all complete!