Two of my early childhood memories had tiger lilies in them. In one, we were visiting my Dad's family in West Virginia. I was outside with my sister and I remember a wall or fence flanked by tiger lilies. I was sunny and the bright orange was so vivid and just stuck in my mind.
I another memory, I was about 5 and we were living on Pine Grove street. There was an empty field by the house and it was full of tiger lilies. They seemed as tall as me, and the field was so full I was sure you couldn't walk through them.
The field, like the house is long-gone. There is now a little shopping center and muffler-repair place where we lived.
Still, I cherish tiger lilies. As they bloom in early summer, it takes me back to a time long gone, to places that do not exist anymore.