One of the things I love about gardeners
Is there willingness to share.
I’ve mentioned this before.
Sharing is so prevalent
It’s even been given a name.
Pass Along Plants.
Most well-kept gardens
Lots of them.
And there’s a need to find them each a good home.
At least that was true when I first started gardening.
After all I had been given plants by my friend Sally to start my garden.
I should certainly pay it forward
When the time came.
The truth is it’s impossible to find each seedling a new little bit of heaven.
But I still try.
Twice this season I’ve had the chance to share lots of plants.
First my friend Mary wanted to fill in some empty spaces in her flower beds.
She moved a few of her things around.
Divided some hostas
And dug from my garden.
Ferns, Gloriosas, Purple Coneflowers, Larkspur.
And a Rosebush which had a Helianthus growing up the middle.
Then last weekend Megan came.
She got here as I was finishing up the big dahlia dig.
So she got a bit of this and a bit of that.
Ferns, Stella d’ Ora Daylilies, a mystery Day lily,
Two pieces that fell off one the Blushing Bride Hydrangeas.
They are real babies, but patience will reward her.
More Gloriosa Daisies, Purple Coneflowers, tall garden Phlox and Larkspur.
A Butterfly Bush
Tiger lily bulbs that appeared in the mail without being ordered.
And volunteer Hellebores – which I’ve never had to offer before.
Then we hit the leftover seeds for more goodies.
And remembered our “professional” gardening days together.
During her Junior High and High School days.
It gives new meaning to sharing.
The timing was perfect
Just as the Larkspur was hitting full stride.
The Larkspur growing from seeds given to me by Sally
Who got it from her mother.
Generations of plants ago.
Life is good.
Gardening makes it even better!