|Before, and definitely pre-raccoon.
That was pretty much the last straw. I finally broke down last week and moved the lilies to a big pot that I fitted with a mesh screen cover (very attractive. It looks like the latest thing in white trash trailer park decorating. The upside: raccoon-proof.)
|The lily "pond' although "lily bucket" would probably be more accurate.
Secret Agent Fred and I bailed out the tank and I've planted it out with irises.
R Man and I moved into this house 16 years ago and every spring when the irises around town burst into their frilly beauty, I would plan to plant a bunch the next fall and then I would promptly forget all about it until spring rolled around again. It was one of them cycle of nature thingies. This year, though, the presence of a big ass empty planter right in the beginning of the season to put out irises was nothing short of a godsend, so maybe all this worked out. Still, fucking raccoons.