The last few weeks have found me pouring through all of our accumulated things to see what to take, and what to move on. Today as I mowed the yard, I was brought to a whole new realization of things to take - our plants. While that may seem a bit silly to some, to the "keepers" it is not. Hubby and I are keepers. We have often joked that we cannot get rid of anything in the house because it has some family tie to it - this is not too far from the truth in many cases. It is also true of our yard. With each dissolution of a grandparents' estate, we took some of the plants with us.
During my contemplative mowing, I counted off numerous plants that I "need" to make sure we take with us.
My roses, that Hubby bought me, which remind me so much of my Papa Mauzey and his prized roses.
|Papa and Granny Mauzey in their backyard|
The irises: the short purple ones which bloom twice a year that Grandma Patrick thought so highly of, the multicolored ones my Grandmas Murray collected, the light purple ones we brought from Grandpa Bevitt's house.
|Mookie and Bubby in the flower bed|
|Bubby and the tulips|
|our fairy garden|