|perennial border – late April 2012 (it’s a work in progress)|
Back in the early 80′s, I was first introduced to gardening proper by a woman I volunteered with. She had an extensive perennial garden and shared some of her treasures with me as I was building my first garden. Over the years, I’ve been so blessed to have shared plants with friends and having moved many times, there have been many occasions where I’ve needed to replenish my supply.
Every year at this time as the garden awakens, I’m reminded of those friends past and present who have shared their treasures with me. And now here in Tillsonburg, I’m blessed again as new friends are sharing their plants. I’m off today to the gardens of two curling buddies to gather more treasures.
Each of these plants seems to become an old friend as it reminds me of the generosity of those ladies – Rose Mary, Helen, Liz, Wendy. Here are some of my old friends in the garden this late April morning:
This bleeding heart, although new, reminds me of my dear friend RoseMary because she has a gorgeous collection in her “garage bed”. She laments about it every year because it seeds itself and takes over her garden before dying back in the summer heat. I love it’s fuchsia colour and drooping flower fronds.
When I first moved to Oshawa in 1994 and joined the Oshawa Garden Club, there was a lovely lady there named Betty who shared some forget-me-nots with me. She told me I would regret getting them because they “spread like wildfire”. I never regret seeing their blue faces popping up everywhere. They remind me of her – she was graceful, elegant and sunny like these flowers.
A new friend here in Tillsonburg shared these primroses with me just this week. I was thrilled to receive them as they remind me of the time I brought some back from the UBC Botanical Gardens in Vancouver – tucked into my carry-on on the plane ride home.
Our provincial flower is the trillium. We’ve got a small cluster growing behind the weeping cypress. As the provincial flower, we are forbidden to dig them up when they are found in the wild. I would move it so that we could enjoy it more. But hidden away like this makes it all the more special. It reminds me of a wooded lot in Oshawa on Wilson Ave. that I drove by regularly. It was filled with trilliums each spring. I always made a point of making sure my route took me past it every year.
The day we came to see the house for the first time there was a little vase sitting on the kitchen counter filled with lily-of-the-valley. I think I knew we would be buying the house when I saw them sitting there. Sweet and fragrant, they remind me of a fragrance my childhood friend’s mother wore – Muguet de Bois. And now they remind me of the lovely lady from whom we bought this house.
And finally, this beautiful iris reticulata. Deep purple against it’s light green swordlike leaves. I once had a lovely cluster in a small house that I shared with my ex-husband. They were like a ray of sunshine in those gray April days.
There will be many more friends making appearances over the next little while – Helen’s solomon seal, Liz’s daylilies, Yonna’s hostas and my father’s ostrich ferns. Do you have “old friends” in your garden?