At the beginning of summer, my dad announced he intended to be done with the flower garden space in his backyard. It has become too much work for him to take care of and he decided to hire someone to come and ‘undo the garden.’
I cannot keep up with maintaining my own flower beds, so I totally get this and it makes perfect sense to the whole family, including me. Plus, ‘grassing over’ the huge space will make for a whole lot fewer of those ‘muddy paw days’ when the various family dogs visit.
Still, hearing the news made me a little sad too.
My mother loved flowers and she loved that flower garden in the backyard. From the day we moved into that house, it was her pride and joy; well, one of them anyway. We moved into that house when I was in sixth grade, all the way from Central Avenue north to Central Avenue south, same street, just opposite end of town. One of the draws for making that move was the backyard and that potential flower garden. With careful tending, year after year it was a lovely sight to behold; it was even featured once in the local newspaper as “Yard of the Week.” Some of the plants in my mother’s garden made their way into it all the way from her mother’s flower gardens in North Dakota.
So ‘grassing over’ my mother’s garden space is kind of a big deal and feels a little sad too.
But I am all for it. I am. Common sense rules.
I have made two trips to my dad’s backyard specifically to rescue plants from my mother’s flower garden; well, actually just to rescue some iris and daisy plants. Daisies and irises are two of my all-time favorite flowering plants, mostly because irises are such a gorgeous purple and because daisies keep right on blooming all summer long. Plus, and this is a big plus, they are both hardy and reliable perennial specimens, two requirements for any plants I try to grow. A green thumb I do not possess.
Wouldn’t you know it, each time I arrived at my dad’s house with pails and spade in hand, a downpour was imminent.
Picking out the hardiest plants while swatting mosquitoes and anticipating the sky to let loose any second, transporting buckets to my yard some three hours away and then finally placing the now not-quite-so hardy looking plants into their new and carefully chosen dirt slots in Wisconsin soil, was no small task.
But it’s done.
I hope they make it.
If they do, it’ll be like keeping another little piece of my mother’s memory literally alive and well.
If they don’t make it; well, at least I tried, right?
Time will tell!
What’s your favorite flowering perennial plant?
Do you have a flower garden or wish you did?