Photo ©2010 and Commentary ©2025 by Chuck Davis
Monday, September 8, 2025
This Tiger Lily invokes several memories: The Bare Mountain trail (where the photo was taken), Springtime (the time of year that these plants bloom), and Butterflies (I photographed several fritillaries on that same day). But my strongest are memories of my mother.
One of my earliest memories is of my mother pointing out the tiger lilies that we saw growing near my childhood home. They were her favorite wildflowers. One memory generates another memory, which in turn leads to another and another. As I write this, a lifetime of memories comes flooding in, too many to share in this space. My mother is no longer generating new memories, but one day soon I expect to have more, unendingly more.
Until then, God’s charge to us: “Remember the days of old, consider the years of many generations: ask thy father, and he will shew thee; thy elders, and they will tell thee” (Deuteronomy 32:7 KJV).
I hope that your memories are like mine, good ones, as beautiful as this lily.