My affection for daylilies has a lot to do with relationships with others who live among daylilies.
Marilyn Maryott has been with me in spirit throughout my breast cancer treatment, my bipolar depression, and my grandson's cerebral palsy challenge.
We had become friends even before we met in Indianapolis a year ago. She and I talk about our families, our grandchildren, and almost never about daylilies.
Marilyn remembers when I shared with her about my deep depression one summer. She remembers that I was pulled away from that destructive feeling of death and desperation when I forced myself to go outside and water the daylilies. The sight and fragrance extracted the poisoning feelings.
It was that summer that I decided to plant many more daylilies.
Thank you, Marilyn.
