Twenty-six years ago, my husband and I bought our first house. We moved in in March and by April, I was ready to get planting. I was shopping with my grandma and went to buy some flower bulbs. She was shocked. You don't buy perennials, my grandmother contended. You get starts from family and friends.
That first summer, I got a yucca plant from my mom that she had brought home from the beach.
Irises from my grandma's farm.
Peonies from my husband's grandma's yard.
An old fashioned rose bush from my parent's yard that my dad swore was a weed.
Along with the Tiger Lilies he had me dig up...thinking I'd toss them in the compost pile.
Almost every flower in my yard tells a story and every spring they poke through the ground and share some memories.