For this weeks vase, I have my first Zowie Zinnias, Shasta daisy, Harry’s roses, and Colorado yarrow leaves placed next to Nana’s garden cherub. She was one of my flower garden teachers. She taught me to put a nail in the ground next to the hydrangea so it will turn blue. She said always plant cosmos because they are easy to grow and have lovely color.
The Zowie zinnia are new to me. They are a winter flower catalog seed dream and so far I am saying wowie zowie what a zinnia. Harry prefers a more traditional zinnia palette, but I am easily swayed by seed catalog descriptions and fancy photos.
Harry’s roses will bloom until the end of fall. They have a heady aroma and Harry will harvest the rose hips for winter tea.
I planted the Colorado yarrow when my son was there for school. It will have a rosy flower when it blooms. The ferniness of the foliage appeals to me.
“I’ll give you a daisy a day dear, I’ll give you a daisy a day. I’ll love you until all the rivers run still and the four winds we know blow away.” (Jud Strunk)
It’s a daisy kind of flower power love. Can you dig it?
The top view is taken out by Harry’s nettle patch.
Take a flower journey over at the Rambling in the Garden blog. It is my motivation for my Monday vases.
I’ve selected the Memorial Garden to be my Tuesday View to share with folks on Cathy’s Words and Herbs garden blog.
And away we go with the bare earth beginning. The outside border is heart shaped to surround those who are gone with love. The Memorial Garden is dedicated to the memory of those who rallied, danced, gathered and labored on The Hill.
The weekly view. Lots to do this spring. Pacing the labor is key. Pulling, digging, tugging recalcitrant rhizomial grasses. Digging and dividing spring roots can seem unending.
Let’s meet the plants. First, the lupines in memory of our hopeful dreamers.
Spring growth on our yellow rose for Tex. He taught that we need to defend our rights as free people.
I don’t know what this plant is yet. But it is strong and healthy. It was planted by Miss Sally and Friends of The Hill.
I added this flowering quince brought to us by Erin and Patrick.
The lilac bushes from the top of The Hill. Pat Daigle transplanted them last year with his super large digging machine. He is an artist and moved them with care and expertise. Baby lilac buds are setting.
A giant unpruned lilac bush from the hilltop.
I call the flowers that come from these roots Beulah’s giant yellow flowers. They are in memory of Kenos Henry. I pulled out a wheelbarrow full of roots that had spread. The wild tall flowers will still be a strong feature of the Memorial Garden.
I remember you.