I haven’t spent much time at the gym the past few weeks. We’ve been out and about visiting favorite places like Greenspring Gardens (above) and walking the dogs in the lovely spring weather. True, its early spring here, with trees in bloom and bulbs out, however a pleasant time of year, especially when compared with what is to come.
Summer seems to arrive earlier and last longer every year. Our winter months ended in March, having just begun. After the inclement weather, forecast for this weekend, passes, we will be back visiting our local beauty spots. Meanwhile, I’m poring over garden information, catalogues, etc. and spending money on beautiful and new plants for container growing. When the freezing weather returns, next November, some of them will become houseplants in my indoor collection.
Over time, each of my children (two sons, one daughter) has taken an interest in gardening. Connie texted messages yesterday, looking for garden gloves. She and Bill have enclosed an area where dogs, goats, chickens and hopefully deer are not allowed to wander, and she’s planting perennials. Connie asked for my advice, but as with cooking and sewing and the other skills I’ve shared, I am limited in what I can offer. Mostly, one learns gardening through trial and error.
Searching through historical issues of the Wisconsin Rapids Newspaper, I found dozens of instances over the years of my maternal grandmother, mother and aunts winning awards for their flowers. Mom continued to garden the rest of her life in one form or another.
I knew Nana had won a prize from Burpee for a gloxinia she developed and I remember her collection of houseplants. What surprised me even more was the discovery that one of my Dutch ancestors (Nana’s father) was a florist. There it is “Occupation: florist” in his naturalization papers, on his death certificate and in census records. Awesome. And I knew that another great-grandmother (Jacobmina or Minnie) carried “flag” rhizomes in the folds of her long skirts. Flags of course are the Fleur-de-Lis on the French flag. Aunt Audrey had planted some of the Flag descendants along her driveway.
Today my oldest son grows roses in his California garden while my youngest son grows vegetables and Connie tries to keep Bill’s voracious goats out of her garden. They all remember working with me in the gardens I tended.
One is nearer God’s heart in a garden than anyplace else on earth.
Below, Oldest grandson Jacob and his ‘Most Valuable Player’ award. Dad says he also lettered and he’s only a Sophomore.