Pretty sure this is neither trout nor toad lily—lovely, innocuous thing, tucked away behind the clematis, not demanding attention, just there. For some reason, each year I’m surprised to see it… it’s like I keep expecting it to give up in a huff one of these days, offended that I’ve forgotten its name.
Thanks to Cheryl Andrews and Associates (never under-estimate the power of associates!) it might be that we’ve put a name to the face. Looks pretty much the same beast to me, no? The difference in tonal quality being more of a lighting thing.
Thank you, Ms. A!