I woke up yesterday morning to my first iris bloom of 2013.
These were my grandmother’s favorite flower. My iris plants came from those in her yard from sometime in the ’60s, and maybe earlier. Isn’t that amazing?
After starting with only a few plants ten years ago, passed along through PAM (Painter Artist Mom), I now have seven iris beds. Seven! And, I’ve shared many with those who would take them over the years.
Do you hate to throw away plants? It kills me to do that. I’ve run out of room for additional irises, so I’ve resorted to dumping them in a tree line after dividing each year.
Our daisies (PAM’s favorite flower) began blooming a couple of weeks ago. They are quite a large and prolific patch, and this picture is only a small portion of them. I had another patch nearby that was crowding other things, so guess what else went to the tree line. Yep! Poor daisies…
A few years ago, I had the idea to include the favorite flowers of my female relatives in my landscape. Grandmamma, my dad’s mother, loved yellow roses.
I tried growing yellow roses…
and beautiful pink roses…
and red roses…
and yellow knock-outs…
and climber roses…all failures.
Last year, I passed along several roses that weren’t thriving here. But, I kept six red knock-outs that were given to me by my sister-in-law a couple of years ago. (Sorry, Grandmamma. No yellow roses.) The red knock-outs have done beautifully, and no chemical spraying is necessary.
Yesterday, I noticed the first bud about to bloom on these, as well.
The amazing part is that I trimmed these knock-outs to half their size last week. I didn’t expect them to be blooming this quickly.
Life is hard on a farm, and only the strongest survive. The plantings that struggle are not worth keeping, because they eventually don’t make it. My investment of attention and care are useless in the end. But the things that do well, I appreciate more.
As much as I love Mammau’s white irises, my Dutch iris is my favorite. Just look at that blue and yellow! So vibrant! I snapped this picture of the first bloom early last week.
I bought an assortment of bulbs from Spunky Daughter’s school fundraiser six years ago. I didn’t know what I was getting, and I got pretty lucky with this one. They are hearty and bloom every Spring, without fail.
Do you have pass-along plants? Do you pass along your plants to others? I’d only have about half the plantings on our place without pass alongs, whether from friends or family.
Do you want to know the best part? The memories. The reminders of special people in my life – women who’ve marked my life in many positive ways – are what the pass alongs represent. Fond memories. Blessings, y’all!
I’m joining several of these parties this week:
The Tablescaper for SEASONAL SUNDAY
Stone Gable for ON THE MENU MONDAY and TUTORIALS, TIPS & TIDBITS THURSDAY
The Gunny Sack for WHAT’S IN THE GUNNY SACK? and TIME TO SPARKLE TUESDAY
Alderberry Hill for MAKE THE SCENE MONDAY
No Minimalist Here for OPEN HOUSE THURSDAY
The Busy Bee’s for THURSDAY BLOG HOP
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