Daylilies, Bell Cedar

It's going to be one of those Marches, the kind that drives you mad. Spring weather arrives early, then retreats, the re-arrives, then re-retreats, then... well, you get the picture. Today, it felt like mid-winter, with cold and wind, but later in the afternoon, the gale departed and the air lost some of its sting. I decided to go for a quick trek—I guess I'm getting old because I just haven't felt like braving the chill recently—to the Bell Cedar Swamp to see what might be re-awakening, and in a spot near the overgrown field, I spotted signs of re-growth... and former human habitation. The refuge used to be a farm, and in the area that still sports several cut-stone foundations, there are Daylily shoots starting to push their way out of the no-longer-frozen and increasingly snowless ground. Someone planted these plants decades ago to adorn the homestead, and while the homesteaders and their houses are long gone, the flowers remain behind, continuing to adorn the landscape.