Do your plants have a story?

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Or do they have a history, that is meaningful to you personally?
And one which makes it extra special and enjoyable, And significant for you?

Is one of them, from someone, or remind you of people, or places, in your past?
Or did you plant one, to remind you of someone? Or do they remind you of some occasion?

Many of the plants outdoors in my little garden, have stories that I love to think about. Makes each one even more special, significant, enjoyable and meaningful to me, as I watch them grow and flower.

Such as the Autumn Joy Sedum.
Mine are from ones that we moved from a close friend's land, very shortly after she'd passed, when she and I were both nearing age 50. Therefore, they remind me of her, which I love and she would, too.

They are wonderful plants which have come back for many years now, on their own, and with minimal tending.
We even moved them to our new location, some years ago, now, between then and now.

They keep going, and bloom brightly every Fall, when most everything else is done.

Many of my plants have a story. Do yours?


Even many of my houseplants each have a story.

Tell us one of your loved plants' stories, if you'd like to!
 

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I won 3 plants..quite large
..at different times..
Playing bingo at the Sr. Center.
Enjoy them..and they thrive.
 

Almost all of my plants, indoors and outside , have a story attached. So many can be traced back to a relative who has passed away. Some are actually potted plants received at a funeral.
Some are cuttings from several great aunts’ plants on both mine and my husband’s side of the family.
For a couple, the story is just how excited we get anticipating the first bloom each year.

I have 3 huge maple trees in my yard that I remember planting as twigs. I think of them as friends.
 
I have hostas, lily of the valley, tiger lilies & ferns from my parents house. The ferns were doing well until a tree had to be cut down, now I'm trying to get them to populate again. Those had originally came from my great-aunts home.

I have a ground over, I think it's a sedum, from my MIL that all I had to do was to toss it on the ground & keep it water & it rooted. Very hardy & looks nice when it covers an area. Also, a few years ago before we sold her house I dug up some crocus bulbs & a grape hyacinths that made it along with a peony.

I have a grape-smelling iris from a co-worker who gave them to me years ago when I moved in. Also had a neighbor give me horseradish for our garden about the same time.

I planted several plants that I bought on clearance that I felt sorry for. Most have done quite well with TLC. Also, I have daisies that appeared out of no where about 10 years ago that grow like crazy.

There are some I planted that remind me of my family & friends, but wasn't from them like my rhubarb for my Dad & a double-mock orange bush & peonies for my Grandma.
 
Or do they have a history, that is meaningful to you personally?
And one which makes it extra special and enjoyable, And significant for you?

Is one of them, from someone, or remind you of people, or places, in your past?
Or did you plant one, to remind you of someone? Or do they remind you of some occasion?

Many of the plants outdoors in my little garden, have stories that I love to think about. Makes each one even more special, significant, enjoyable and meaningful to me, as I watch them grow and flower.

Such as the Autumn Joy Sedum.
Mine are from ones that we moved from a close friend's land, very shortly after she'd passed, when she and I were both nearing age 50. Therefore, they remind me of her, which I love and she would, too.

They are wonderful plants which have come back for many years now, on their own, and with minimal tending.
We even moved them to our new location, some years ago, now, between then and now.

They keep going, and bloom brightly every Fall, when most everything else is done.

Many of my plants have a story. Do yours?


Even many of my houseplants each have a story.

Tell us one of your loved plants' stories, if you'd like to!
What a great question. Yes plants given to me mean so much more. Plants I bought when at certain stages in my life, like my roses, remind me that life goes on and will bloom again no matter how dark times seem. Nature renews itself and so do we, given time, patience and food.
 
We have a new plant story to tell. Our grandson just brought us flowers that have a story to tell. He saw them by a large dumpster where he and his dad live. There was a large jiffy tray of three or four types of Celius flowers. There were about seventy-five small flowers about two inches tall in individual little planting pods. They were root bound and in need of immediate care. He gave the flowers to Grandma then she worked on unbinding the roots and planted them into four large pots that we have. Now we have lots of Celius flowers by the front door and on the back porch. They are happy and growing at an incredible rate and have lots of other types of flowers to get along with.
 
We have some irises, with large graceful petals,
growing in our flower bed, outside our window.

Their story:
Back when we had community garden plots (mostly for vegetables) there was one small plot, fully packed with irises of all colors. Came a time when the young adult person who'd planted them, moved away and gave up his plot.

DH, who had previously not wanted to "waste space" growing flowers rather than food, could not bear to see the irises turned over and into the soil, by the next incoming vegetable gardener;
therefore, DH spent time carefully moving some of them, to his own plot (and using space there);)

Years later when needing to give up our own plots, DH (yes, the same one):giggle:
spent time and effort, again, moving many of those same irises, to a bed he made outside the window of our tiny apartment.

He hoped for all of those glorious original colors, he researched how to care for them, tended them over time, etc.....
When they finally rewarded him (and me as well, who always had loved flowers as well as vegetables);)
with blooms, they were surprisingly ALL white flowers, every one.

He was disappointed at first, but we both grew quickly to love those large curving, graceful white petals, with multiple blooms (double buds) per stalk.

So now, the story that those irises tell, are not just about irises; it also becomes a story about the people.

The gentle young man we'd met who loved irises and that was all he grew; the years that DH and I were stronger and both loved growing vegetables in those plots we had; the years I helped to organize the community garden and teach people there, who were new to gardening; DH who long ago, didn't enjoy flowers or growing them; and myself, who loves both the DH and the irises, that still bloom for us, now, and the ways he has tended them
with his patience and loving care.

That's what I see, when I look at them.
 
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My cats are at war with my plants. They knocked a long, trailing vine from a high perch and broke the vine. The plant survived its fall, but is now just a fraction of its original size.

Then I was growing a sunflower plant from a seed I planted in early May. I nurtured the plant, sheltered it from late frost, and nursed it along. It had become a promising plant that looked really good, sending off multiple leaves.

Then when I found the plant yesterday to tend to it, I found to my horror that the cats had eaten it, stripping it away to nothing… 🙀
 
Red poppies are beginning to bloom, in the flower bed.

Their history started in our community garden plots, mentioned in above posts.

Very difficult to move any of the poppies, successfully, when we had to give up our plots there,
and I thought too much soil was dug up by mistake last Fall, for any poppies to come back this summer;

but I am very happy to see that many of those that self-seeded last year, did make it through, both the winter, and Spring rains, and the digging last Autumn, which had been to put in allium bulbs.
They are doing well, as well.

This, A happy story of survival of long-loved plants, and a few new Alliums.
 


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