Every summer, the old porch box bursts with fragrant tiger lilies that fill the air with a honeyed scent.

In the misty field, spider lilies opened like red lanterns along the old path.

The conservatory was filled with the delicate scent of Jacobean lilies, their petals recalling portraits from a bygone court.

Every summer, the old stone wall behind our cottage blooms with bright Guernsey lilies that attract hummingbirds.

Lent lilies brightened the monastery garden every spring with their cheerful yellow blooms.

In the monastery's garden, Madonna lilies perfumed the evening air and drew visitors toward the silent chapel.

In the spring, the hills were dotted with mariposa lilies that danced in the breeze.

Each spring, the wetland behind our house bursts into a carpet of atamasco lilies.

Atamasco lilies carpeted the meadow after the spring rains, their white trumpets nodding in the breeze.

The museum's new display of fossilized sea lilies drew a steady stream of curious visitors.