American beauties

I WAS benighted about day-lilies until a morning in 1990, when my great friend, John, drove us from his place in Manhattan to the house in Greenwich, Connecticut, of his mother Ann Skakel McCooey. I’d often visited her before. It was lovely Ann who’d first welcomed me to the US five years earlier and the lady has been infinitely dear to me ever since. But this was the first time I’d made the trip in