Grandma’s roses, great grandma’s irises, historical perennials, heirloom bulbs, vintage gardening, and plants of historical importance – these are all terms that call out to the sentimental gardener.
Rising from the ground in spring with its droopy fuzzy head, the corn poppy begins to work its magic. Seeds from last year’s crop remained silent through the winter and now this simple yet mysterious flower will capture the gardener’s imagination once again.
My ongoing love affair with the iris began when I worked for a small bank in what was once a small town. There was a separate building called the annex, where I would go to fix the staff's computers. One spring my stroll was rewarded with something magical.
It may interest you to know that the literal definition of the word perfect is completion. So, when we say something is perfect, we deem it the most complete state of being that exists. This is how I feel about a certain houseplant.
It is Memorial Day once again and today marks the fifth anniversary of when I started writing gardening articles. It is certainly amazing how time flies and humbling when taking time out to reflect.
We all go through stages of transition in our lives. What was once the four-bedroom ranch-style home in the cul-de-sac is now the two bedroom with loft condominium when finances or personal situations need to be sorted. You don’t realize all the things you have in your life until they are no longer there. This takes on a much deeper meaning when you are a gardener.