Wanted to share with you some of what’s going on in my yard.
Last year I planted a climbing rose and thought I’d have a couple of years before I needed to build a trellis for it to climb on. Not so. Many of the shoots are eight feet long, drooping into the narrow walkway that goes around that side of the house.
A couple of days ago I walked out the front door and just happened to look to my left. This is what I saw, one lonely but BRIGHT bloomL
Then there are my grandmother’s irises. I think I’ve mentioned before that she had an iris garden on the farm in Corinth, Mississippi.
When she died forty years ago, my Aunt Mary dug up half of the irises and transplanted them into her own garden, where they grew with abandon.
I visited her in Tennessee a dozen years ago and brought back two big boxes of them. When I moved to this house--well, you get the idea.
The point to all this is that in each of these moves, there were irises left behind that then continued to multiply. My grandmother’s irises have populated dozens of garden over the years -- and I’m sure they’re still going strong.
Tomorrow I’ll show you some of the other flowers I’ve carried along with me from one house to another.
BEEattitude for Day #543:
Blessed are those who plant gardens wherever they go, for their work shall be revered by future homeowners and by us bees, too!
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