Today our prompt comes from D. Avery from Shiftnshake who wrote “I was thinking about you today as I pulled some weeds from the perennial beds at my place back home in Vermont. I know that people up here connect certain plants or gardens with certain people; my sister in law always remembers her grandmother thru plants; my mother still has a plant of her mothers, or at least a descendent of the original. I go by places and see trees that I planted decades ago. Anyway, perhaps remembered or favorite plants could be a future prompt. I wonder if around the world there are specific and direct connections that people make thru plants.
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My parents were not gardeners. I associate no plants with my mother but I have two that I associate with my Dad. The first was a weed “Mother of Millions.” Dad didn’t know it was a weed and loved the way it would fill a garden bed with its orange flowers quickly. The other is the May bush. Almost all my childhood houses had at least one of these bushes and my father pruned it yearly. That in itself was nothing apart from the precision that he used in the process. Each branch was trimmed individually, making sure that the cut was at the exact point where two branches would emerge, not one. It would take him a day just to do one tree. It always looked sad when he finished. A perfect square and bare. Come the spring however, the new growth would be weighed down with a profusion of flowers.
The generation before my parents gave me some excellent gardeners. My mother’s mother and her husband had a wonderful garden divided into garden rooms well before Peter Cundall made the idea universal. They grew all their own veggies and had chooks. In the flower garden they had a wonderful shrub, a Brunsfeldsia, whose flowers changed colours from vivid violet fading to a lavender blue and then white which is how it got its common name Yesterday, today and tomorrow. Whenever I see them I think of her. Another plant she loved was a cassia. They reminded her of Queensland where she had grown up. They too I discovered are a weed and are spread by every bird that visits.
On my Father’s side my great aunt and great uncle had a huge garden that eventually became my parents. We loved going there as kids as there were hidden pathways and tunnels and gorgeous flowers. A huge magnolia tree makes me think of of the garden where my father is buried but her rose garden was exquisite and the aroma beautiful. It wafted into the lounge room and brought the outdoors in.
Thank you for the prompt. Now for your memories……