Another Boneheaded Move

Have you ever done something and then wanted to smack yourself on the side of the head?  Well, count me in.  Again.

Ever since I retired I have spent a lot of time in my garden.  Four years ago I decided to make a very concerted effort to figure out what daylilies and hostas I had.  I had decided that this would be my final year of trying to figure everything out.

Relying primarily on the American Hemerocallis Society database, I have tried to identify every daylily that is blooming and making sure it agrees with what I had charted in the past.  (I have charts going back to 1984).

Some daylilies I am sure are long gone, either eaten down by deer and rabbits or just lost to weather.  Or now, it seems, lost by my own stupidity.

I had a daylily bloom early this season and wondered how a wild lily got in the garden.  I thought I had dug them all out.  Weeeell.  It was daylily Helen Spiller.  An orange daylily.  It was growing in two areas and I tossed it from both.  DUH!!!

Maybe some of the bulb and root was left.  I do see one fan that did not flower this year in the same area and I am hoping that perhaps it is Helen.

Oh well.  Live and learn.  At least I did not spray my yard with weed killer and kill the flowers, which is what one of my neighbor's husband did.  She is gladly accepting anything I am tossing out.

While I love the flowers, a friend was marveling at some tree bark in my yard.  Any guesses as to what this is?