There is a beautiful scent wafting about the garden right now. No matter where you walk or work every few minutes it comes by. Especially poignant in the early morning and evening, it says August to me. A friend put me on to these monumental lilies years ago and it was one of the first flowers John grew to love. Over the years I have added more and more, until the dreaded Japanese Beetle made their lives a misery [and mine] and the moles ate the leftovers. There are only 10 left, but they stand about 6 feet tall, often with 5 or 6 huge flowers almost 9 inches wide. They are quite, quite wonderful; but really it wouldn't matter if they were plain. Their fragrance is why I grow them.