The great transplant experiment of 2014

Oh my daylilies.

These are not my daylilies pictured above. I didn't feel like tracking down at old photo.

After many years of hating my frontyard daylilies, I finally did something about it

Something crazy. 

I moved them to the backyard.

Wild, right?

After changing our fence and losing some trees last year, we were left either a vast concrete wasteland.

Not pretty.

My 20' by 5' planter lay empty and sad, little more than a playground (& potty) for Toshi. My brilliant coworker suggested transplanting my daylilies to the back. If they didn't survive, no bug deal, at least I have space for new plants out front. And if they do survive, it's a cheap and cheerful way to add colour to the space.

It took two days of hard work, digging and pulling and moving plants around, but I did it. Impressed? Thus formally black-thumbed girl sure is.

For two weeks now, I waited anxiously for signs of growth. The internet assured me that daylilies were pretty much indestructible. Despite the unseasonably cool weather we've been having.

And they grew. I'm pretty proud...