My grandmother had a large bed of tightly packed lily of the valley. The scent of all those tiny blossoms blooming all at once is a core memory.
Both my mother and grandmother each gardened the complete perimeter of their backyards. Any visit to each other's houses required a walk around the yard to see what was blooming and I tagged along. I can still picture which plants were where in those gardens.
What a lovely memory of family and gardens. I dream of having a “large bed of tightly packed lily of the valley”. I think I may be the only soul for whom the plants refuse to settle in. 🤍
I hope that my legacy will be kitsura…. I found out about the scent their leaves give off a few years ago and since then I bring it up at the slightest opportunity! None of my friends had ever heard of it.
My mother planted a huge garden of red, white and blue petunias in 1976. I can still recall the stickiness from having to pinch them so they would keep blooming.
My grandmother had a large bed of tightly packed lily of the valley. The scent of all those tiny blossoms blooming all at once is a core memory.
Both my mother and grandmother each gardened the complete perimeter of their backyards. Any visit to each other's houses required a walk around the yard to see what was blooming and I tagged along. I can still picture which plants were where in those gardens.
What a lovely memory of family and gardens. I dream of having a “large bed of tightly packed lily of the valley”. I think I may be the only soul for whom the plants refuse to settle in. 🤍
I hope that my legacy will be kitsura…. I found out about the scent their leaves give off a few years ago and since then I bring it up at the slightest opportunity! None of my friends had ever heard of it.
I believe Katsura trees - we have 3 in the front garden— are what (finally) urged my husband to engage with our home garden
My mother planted a huge garden of red, white and blue petunias in 1976. I can still recall the stickiness from having to pinch them so they would keep blooming.
Just reading your note I can feel the sticky faded flowers.