A daylily of her own: The daylily 'Sydney Eddison' was named for the author by Alabama hybridizer Sarah Sikes.
In 1990, I wrote a book about daylilies, and every year since I've written something about these wonderful garden perennials. So, when asked recently if I ever got tired of writing about them, the answer was a resounding "No!" Let me explain. Daylily people don't get tired of daylilies. We are an evangelical lot, and enjoy nothing more than proclaiming the gospel.
I was an early convert to the joys of growing daylilies, having discovered their charms when I first began gardening in 1961. By chance, a daylily catalog found its way into my mailbox that spring, and I placed my first order on April 11. When the plants arrived on May 8, I was shocked to see sprawling, fleshy roots unprotected by soil and fans of foliage cut back to 8 inches. I later learned that daylilies are always shipped that way. In my old garden notebook, I observed that the new plants looked "brown and beat up." But once planted, fresh leaves soon emerged from their crowns. By midsummer, they were all in bloom, and I was hooked.
The next spring, this confession appeared in my notebook: "I've gone 'daylily mad' and ordered 12 'Hyperion', 12 'Sweetbriar', and three 'Pinafore' to add to the collection." I still have these three cultivars. I love my oldies. They are healthy, handsome, and vigorous, and have given me thousands of flowers over the years.