Just checking the newly planted tomatoes and peppers I put in yesterday; sometimes they balk and pout and wilt in spite at being settled. But they’re happy here it seems.
On the way to the shop I see the Lily-of-the-Valley creeping out into the lawn. I love them. These came from Jim’s grandmother’s house. The Astilbe, not quite in bloom, came from my own grandmother’s–my babcia’s. Likely the roots are seventy-five or more years-old. The Hosta came from Maggie, the pachysandra from my Dad and Art. Chris gave me some of those yellow things that have taken over on the side as well as Mallow and the Coreopsis here and there.
The people are all gone; the plants live on. I wonder where I will be rising up each spring; grapevines in D.C.? Lilac trees and peaches in Trumbull?
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How special to have plants passed down from family. A truly heirloom garden. We have some aloe vera from seeds we bought at an arboretum near Phoenix on our honeymoon. It’s special to us — and to the hummingbirds.
I love the thought of the aloe vera seeds being a continual living reminder of your honeymoon! I “dead-headed” a few seeds from various plants I passed when on our honeymoon, but they didn’t take.