Every autumn I am surprised when my spider lily pops up out of
nowhere.  I always seem to remember it coming up earlier, and when
September passes and it hasn't appeared, I figure it is gone forever.

Then one morning, when I walk outside, there it is.  It is gallantly facing
the cooler days and nights like a soldier standing staunchly on his post.
What a brave little flower.  And it is aptly named, don't you think?