Every time I see agapanthus, I'm reminded of my childhood in Southern California. They are not the state flower, or even a very tropical flower. But I remember them in our home there.
I have strong memories associated with flowers. Lilies of the valley remind my of my grandmother's home in Nevada and the times I spent hiding under her red-leafed Japanese maple. Hydrangeas conjure memories of my senior trip to Vancouver Island. Lilacs remind me of Mother's Day and our white brick home in Utah.
Here in Iowa, it is day lilies. Particularly orange day lilies.
They line the streets, encircle the mailboxes, and apparently grow wild along the country roads.
No matter where the rest of my life's journey takes me, when I see an orange day lily, I will remember Iowa.
Go visit Leigh vs Laundry for The Happiness Project and post a photo of something that makes you wildly happy.