Still wet from the rain

These crinum were given to us by a man named Mr. Wilson, who later did
all the wiring for our house, workshop and studio. He by the way, did
fantastic work! Thanks Mr. Wilson!

We were digging bulbs from an abandoned home site just off of the road
one day, not too far from the small town of Old Moulton. They were
just plain old ditch lilies, but we did not know that back then.
While we were digging, we looked up to see a tall elderly black man
walking towards us. He had a light brown suit on, and he was wearing
a big tan cowboy hat. We thought for sure, that he was a law man, and
that we had been caught.

We put our shovels down as he came closer to us, but he knew what we
were doing. He wasn't a law man, he was just a neighbor to the
property we were digging on, and he was on his way home from Church.
He told us that he knew the people who owned that property, and that
they would not want us to dig there. We said ok, and stopped. As he
was leaving, he said that he had some flowers almost like the ones
that we were digging, and that if we would dig him a few of the ones
we were getting, he would trade us. We dug a few bulbs for him and
went over to his house when we were finished.

The bulb in the picture is the crinum that Mr. Wilson traded with us.
It is a special crinum, different from all the others, in that it
hangs it's flowers downwards like little bells. Mr. Wilson told me
that his Mother was the keeper of that flower and that she had moved
it with her, where ever she moved to, for her entire life. It is a
very special crinum, and we are thankful to be able to grow it.