I'm celebrating the fact that it hasn't snowed here in over a week. :)
Spring has finally sprung here in southeast Minnesota, and I for one am thrilled. This past weekend, I got to plant some flowers in my new gardens. My husband helped me transplant some hostas and a bleeding heart, and plant new columbine, stock and my favorite, ranunculus. My lilies are coming up, iris, peony, and my one, lone tulip that survived the deer. Primrose is unfurling its leaves, silver mound is poking through the soil, and the sedum is leafing out and making the promise of its beauty come fall.
Shopping for spring flowers always puts me in mind of my mother-in-law, Lorraine, who passed away almost five years ago. When I came to Minnesota as a young bride and new mother, I had never really gardened before, never planted flowers and watched them grow. Lorraine loved flowers and gardening, and through her, I learned to enjoy it, too. One of my fondest memories of Lorraine was the last time we went flower shopping together. My daughter, Heather, and my sister-in-law, Linda went with us, and Heather pushed Lorraine's wheelchair through the greenhouses and along the rows and tables of flowers. Lorraine knew this would probably be the last time she would ever shop for flowers, the last spring she would have, and she made the most of it. Whatever took her fancy went into the cart. Normally, her gardens were well-planned and predictable, but this time, instead of a row of snapdragons, a row of impatiens, and a row of petunias, she had vinca mixed with astilbe, alyssum beside sweet peas, and more. And it was a beautiful garden.
I miss her, and I'm thankful that she handed down her legacy of gardening and a love of beautiful flowers to me and to my daughter.
Are you a gardener? Do you like flowers? What's your favorite garden flower? Do you have a 'green thumb'?