I have an Asiatic lily in my yard called ‘Pink Giant’ that is definitely exploring the boundary between pleasure and pain in the ass.
According to the Brent & Becky’s catalog from which I ordered this monster three years ago, it’s the flowers that are supposed to be giant, but not the plant, which B&B estimates tops out at between 2.5 and 4 feet. I beg to differ. I find the flowers rather delicate, but they dangle from candelabras that reach 8 feet tall in my yard.
Why do I mind? Only because the staking is getting positively onerous. Bundles of 7-foot bamboo, and still, some stalks invariably keel over before I get to them. But I’m out there staking every evening nonetheless, because I cannot resist a big, beautiful plant.