My flower bed has dwindled over the years, from an English flower bed and a raspberry patch to an impenetrable porch of flowering pots. In truth, I had little interest in flower beds until I acquired the care of several grandchildren.
What to do to keep them busy that first summer? The four of us set to work transforming the neglected bed in front of the house. It was a very big space, and I mentally divided it into individual plots. We began by planting wooly thyme everywhere. Ten years later it has covered the area with my best defense against weeds.
We planted bulbs everywhere. Anemones for spring, then iris and allium. Little flowers at the ground, eye catching blooms at waist level. Every perennial I could find or trade for. My friends had so many to give. Solomon’s Seal, coneflowers to make the bees happy, hibiscus to make me happy.
And on and on this garden went, for four years, and then I moved. Since I took grandchildren with me, we turned our new tiny front yard into a little English flower bed. This time all the work was by granddaughters, as I had moved on to a cane. One granddaughter turned her acquired skill into a little summer business, Weeding by Laura.
Then granddaughters left home and I moved to a home with a tiny front porch. I have culled my love of all flowers to a few to fill out my little porch. Mandevilla, red, white and pink. Zinnia, two great pots full. Salpiglossis, discovered quite by accident, and worth mastering the name. In the fall I collect the zinnia seeds and the salpiglossis in little glass jars, to save for the next year.
If Tom posts my pictures, too, you can smile at the flowers that make me happy.