The lilies my Mother has planted outside our house are bold, despite the sunlight poured upon them recently. They are bent slightly down, away from the sun, suffering from the heat.
But their orange color is very healthy, their petals are strong, their stems and leaves are green and not fading. They are ready to assert themselves the second the sun is just a bit less oppressive.
I wonder about all the care given them so they would even have this opportunity. What seems to be their biggest obstacle right now is the opportunity itself. Bred only to grow, they are not meant to compete – their good does not lie in comparison with others. And yet at least one aspect of their very means of growth opposes them.