And why take ye thought for raiment? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they toil not, neither do they spin:
And yet I say unto you, That even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.
I have written here before that I have been watching and waiting for a small stand of Canada lilies to bloom in the meadow at Gray's Crossing near Ballston Spa, NY.
But today when I arrived at the meadow, the usually sleepy Kayaderosseras Creek was roiling like the Mississippi. We've had just tons of rain in the northeast this past month.
A path to a small bridge was swamped and was my first clue that I might not be able to get to the lilies today.
Another few steps and I could see that the creek was way over its banks.
Undaunted, I tried another trail, further from the creek. Well, it was a little wet, but I could manage...
... until the trail became a running creek itself.
There was yet one more trail to try.
This trail was full of tiny green frogs and when I found myself up to my knees in flowing water, I decided I wasn't being very smart. I gave up and turned around, disappointed that I wouldn't get to see the lilies in bloom today.
Unlike me, this bright stand of purple loosestrife, below, was perfectly happy to have wet feet. Such a gorgeous plant but so unloved for its invasive habits.
But wait, what's that over there? Not the stand of elusive lilies I had been hoping to get to, but yes, a lone Canada lily just off to the side of soggy trail number three. Mother Nature had thrown me a crumb, planting this one lily where I could see it today.
Unlike the common orange ditch daylilies, this flower hangs down like a delicate bell. The wildflower guide books say that Canada lilies are most often found with yellow or red blooms, yet this one was a lovely peach color.
A beautifully arrayed lily of the field, indeed.