Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Once More



Last year around this time (actually earlier because they're both fading now) I posted two blogs. One about Dad's Forget-Me-Nots (seen above) and one about Audrey's Chives (seen below). Decades ago, about 500 miles away they were both transplanted to our garden, my Dad's flowers by his very own hands. Now, they continue to cling to life at two separate houses far, far away from where they began life. And they still remind me of Dad and Audrey who have since left us. Actually, the chives aren't clinging but thriving. However, Dad's flowers are annuals that must reseed, and they are down to three plants, two at Thesha's place and only one at ours. I tried to take care of the seeds last year, but nothing that I nurtured grew. Fortunately, a few fell into nooks and crannies, like in the rocks above, and we have the plants for one more year at least.


11 comments:

Woman in a Window said...

I love that people can be kept with us, in part, through the seeding of plants. Makes me feel all warm inside.

Ruth said...

My Forget-me-nots have taken over my garden. I pull them out when they are done flowering and they come up thick the next year. Your little bunch should multiply. Nice to have the memories attached to the blooms.

Queenmothermamaw said...

Don't you just love tiny flowers among the rocks? They look dainty but have got to be tough to rise to the occasion. I love the blooms on the chives too. Blessings
QMM

Barry said...

I like the idea of people memorialized through living things. We have several bushes in our yard that my mother planted and my wife is going to plant a tree in the memory of her mother who passed away earlier this month.

Our yard i the sprig is a riot of self seeded forgetmenots.

ChrisB said...

This is a special way to fondly remember those we have lost. Forget-me-nots do pretty well at self seeding here and can take over the garden. We have several Fuschias that came from cuttings of my mother's second husband and it's a fond reminder of him.

Me said...

Isn't it wonderful that the past can live on in such resplendence? Thanks for sharing, AC!

Dale

Donna said...

These are Really pretty Ac, and special!!hughugs

Mary said...

AC,

I never harvest forget me not seeds. I let them reseed on their own. Maybe grab a couple more plants next year and add them to the ones that belonged to your father. Sometimes a little new blood goes a long way. These little things will thrive in the smallest crooks and crannies. They seem to really like rocky places.

The chives are nice. Michelle has a big clump blooming in her yard and they are very pretty.

Keep cool, my friend. It's hot and humid here.

Blessings,
Mary

Stickhorsecowgirls said...

Well, I, like all bloggers, love to pontificate, so here goes: you have made me nervous about Dad's forget-me-nots! They simply must come back next year!! Thanks for the post!

Garnetrose said...

Wonderful post. The roses planted along the edge of our garden were planted by my fil years ago. And I cannot look at a begonia without thinking of my mother who grew the loveliest begonias. Thanks for this post.

Pearl said...

nice the floral memories.