“I must have flowers, always, and always.”

Looking out the window, today is perfect, but when I went to get the papers, I found the air had a morning chill, the sort which gets warmer as the day gets older. The high today will be 57˚. I’m hoping for a spring day when 57˚ is cold.

The beauty of my flowers halted me in my tracks this morning. The yellow dafs and the different purples of the hyacinths are bright and lovely. I also found two hyacinths in a different garden, both hidden by a bush. My gardens have come alive.

When I was a kid, my father took care of the lawn. All that meant was throwing seeds on the bald spots in the spring and mowing every Saturday all summer. He always mowed the same way, in the same directions. He used to strain pushing the mower up and down the hill bordering the sidewalk. That was the same hill we weren’t allowed to bicycle down but always did anyway. The front garden, for him, was an after-thought. He’d plant a few flowers around Memorial Day, and that was it.

When my parents left the cape and moved back to our hometown, my father became the lawn man and my mother the flower lady. My Dad still mowed the front lawn with a hand mower and in the same pattern each mowing. When I visited in the summer, he always asked if I’d noticed how beautiful his lawn was. He was so proud of his lawn. My mother chose the flowers and ferns and my father used her choices to fill the window boxes below each front window. In a corner of the backyard just outside the kitchen windows, my mother had a garden. It was filled with flowers and had a small statue of St. Francis whose hand was a flat bird feeder. My mother loved looking out the windows at her garden. She didn’t love my dog Maggie roaming around in her small garden stepping on flowers. My father put up a wire fence.

Just like my father, I wasn’t a flower person until I bought my own house. Every year I buy perennials for the front and annuals and herbs for the deck. I never mow. I just write a check.

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6 Comments on ““I must have flowers, always, and always.””

  1. olof1 Says:

    Your father would have cried if he had seen my lawn 🙂 🙂 I don’t mow especially well and my dogs keep digging up dandelion roots and where they run a lot and fast there’s no grass at all, not even green weeds 🙂 🙂

    It has been so cold at nights here lately that everything came to a stop so now I doubt that my daffodils will open up around easter as I thought they should. Would have been absolutely right if that had because the Swedish name for daffodils is easter lilies.

    Have a great day!


    • katry Says:

      He would have hated what my lawn had become when Gracie got at it. There was only dirt in many places which turned to mud in the rain. When I was able to fence in the backyard to hold Gracie, I hired my landscaper. The good thing was when the irrigation system was added, they didn’t need to cut swatches of grass to put the pipes underneath.

      We go down to the 30’s at night but not below freezing. According to the charts, after May 30 is the safest time to planet as there will not be any more frost. I usually plant at the end of April.

      Have a great day!

  2. Hedley Says:

    Flowers are a big issue at our home thanks to the vermin known as the deer. Its not unusual for 6 or 7 of them to be lollygagging in my back garden, destroying the White Pines and pooping up a storm.

    The bastards see flowers as snack time. Tulips are dug up for the bulbs and annuals end up headless shortly after flowering. We have an excellent nursery, Bordines, where Mrs MDH and I will go search for Vermin proof flowers and plant a few for short term color.

    Easter and Passover approach, the office is beginning to empty and I am thinking about the commitment ahead.

    • katry Says:

      My Dear Hedley,
      I gave up on tulip bulbs as I would find them above ground with bite marks. They were the victims of rabbits I think. There are no deer near here. They tend to be in the wooded areas and even by the beaches. I almost hit one not all that long ago. It was running across 6A.

      The spawns of Satan attack my plants on the deck and even running across the pots so some of them drop and break. I’d rather see their legs break.

      We did Holy Thursday and watched the washing of the feet and sat in the dark church on Good Friday for our hour. Easter is always a celebration.

  3. Bob Cohen Says:

    Hi Kat,

    My maternal grandfather had a real green thumb and I inherited a purple thumb. I can kill a plant faster than Roundup. 🙂 My grandfather could put cuttings in the ground and have shrubbery within a year. When my parents had a house in Dallas in the mid 1950s my dad was the lawn maven. His lawn was as thick as a green carpet. When I had a house my lawn looked terrible regardless what I did. My next door neighbor owned a lawn service company and took over my lawn care at a reasonable price when his men came to mow his yard.

    Today it was partly cloudy with highs in the mid 70s. Tomorrow thunderstorms are in the forecast. April showers bring the May flowers. 🙂

    • katry Says:

      Hi Bob,
      My grandparents, as far as I remember, had no flower gardens. One, living in the city, didn’t have a lawn. My mothers garden grew nicely. I think it was her first garden.

      My flowers grow quite high and full. My lawn is green and healthy in most spots but there is always a spot the irrigation doesn’t hit. A lot of people here on the cape use pine needles instead of grass in their front yards.

      It was a nice day all in all today.

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