This is supposed to be the time of year when I cut down and pull up everything I've been trying to grow all year, but against all odds there is something blooming instead: toad lilies. And in the most unlikely of places: at the front of the house where we conducted our major landscaping project this spring. That ground was trampled and wheelbarrowed over, big rocks were rolled across it, soil and mulch were dumped on it. We knew the lilies were there and did our best to protect them, but in the end it was just too hard and we thought they had been sacrificed. But now, a few months later, here they are blooming away, holding no grudges at their rough treatment. We're sorry, little lilies, and glad to see you now!