When is a flower not a gift? Whether it is a single stem, a beautiful bouquet, or a card with a floral photo, it is a gift. My love of flowers came from my mother and watching her tend her garden. As her children left home, and she gained more time to herself, her flower garden grew to flower gardens and they were always tended to with love. It was never work for her to be out in them weeding, transplanting or hoeing the soil. A Gurneys or Burpee seed catalog arriving in the mail was a sign of spring being around the corner, and time to order new roots. Her peonies were fabulous; she had all the colors, pink, white & crimson. Iris were her other passion; she had many variety's and every fall she would dig and divide and pass the extra rhizomes on to her daughters, friends and neighbors. My flower beds today have many roots from her garden, and now I do the tending with love. Thanks Mom for passing your passion on to me.
Our daughter, son in law & Justin admiring freshly planted iris.
Granddaughter Avery celebrating the 4th of July.
Hostas, shrubs & peonies.
Justin & Avery headed for the house.
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