I Love Hydrangeas!!!

I first fell in love with this plant when I was about 9 or 10 years old. When my great grandfather died, there were about 15 hydrangea plants that were given at his funeral. I thought that it was the most incredible plant I had ever seen. I asked my mother if I could have one. She told me that if there were any left after all the other family members had taken what they wanted then I could have one. I watched as one by one of the plants went out the door in the hands of aunts, uncles, cousins, sons, daughters, and friends. At the end of the day, there was one plant left that had only one broken bloom .  I took it home and planted it in my parents flower bed and watered it faithfully. It lived that year. It had one bloom the next year. The third year, it was waist tall and had about 15 huge pink blooms. 

I love hydrangeas!

Soaring Spirit

I selected this rose because it did not look like a typical rose. This is the second year for it to be in my garden. It had about thirty blooms on it this year. It's name alone is reason enough to buy it and plant it--Soaring Spirit.

Friendship Plant

This plant sat by the garage of our dear friend across the street, Maureen Black.  When she moved, she decided not to take the plant. I asked her if I could have it, and she told me she would love for me to have it. I then asked her what it was called. She replied that it was a friendship plant.


It is a treasured plant in my garden. It grows back every year, and I remember my friend Maureen Black.

Backyard Beauties

Double my pleasure with two lily pad blossoms on my koi pond at the same time. You can even see my babies under the lily pads.

Shamrocks

This plant was added to my garden when I got some of the bulbs from a neighbor's (Granny Schwarz) yard.   It is usually one of the first things that blooms in the spring.  Some people call them shamrocks, since the leaf is a shamrock shape, although it's official name is oxalis.


Several years ago, I went with my daughter's class to Ireland for their Senior trip.  In Dublin, I noticed that practically every yard had a patch of this plant.  I guess they really are shamrocks, and wouldn't you expect shamrocks to be in every yard in Ireland?  


Granny Schwarz passed away suddenly several years ago. Her son allowed me to have some of the bulbs before he sold her house. God bless Granny Schwarz.