wild chicory, and Queen Anne's lace. These Delft-like displays of color often alternated with the vivid orange of the lilies.
I have a fondness for these flowers, whether aesthetically pleasing to my eye, or nostalgically pleasant to my mind. Most people consider these lilies to be weeds, even referring to them as "noxious weeds." Those people are seeing their apparent wishes to eradicate them come to pass, for with the growth of population, expansion of commerce and industry, increased need for more arable land, and especially the transformation of highways into freeways, and the upgrading of byways into highways, habitat for these flowers is shrinking rapidly.
The Hemerocallis fulva, scientific name for these lilies, does indeed have an invasive habit, and thus might be viewed as a weed. (Weed: any plant that is where one does not want it.) Certainly one would be unwise to plant one, just one, of the tubers anywhere near hybrid daylilies, for in a matter of a very few seasons, there will be only orange lilies in that area. However, by dint of sufficient effort to dig away and corral the rascals in the desired location, they become lovely flowers.
The Midwest in my mind's eye, viewed on a leisurely drive along an eighteen-foot road, today exists only in the memories of those who experienced it long ago, or in the fertile imaginations of east coast city-dwellers who think that we still live in the stone age out here.
Reporting from Perfect, Indiana, this is your fly-over country correspondent, Buford Bumpkin.