A Pride of Tiger Lilies

While weeding in my vegetable garden, I took a needed break, from my hoeing. I gazed along the creek over the glen, a pride of tiger lilies opening. It appeared to me an exposition, a thousand deep, emerging on parade. Row on row and column after column, in full regalia, a marching brigade. A brilliant orange with narrow spots of brown, on each top hat, a yellow pollen crown. Shoulder to shoulder in closed rank column, marching, marching in ornamental plume.