My first memory of "garden" was when I was about 4 years old. Dad was mowing the yard and I complained to him about killing all the flowers, holding one he had butchered with the mower - of course, one of those old push, rotary kind. I remember Mother having got on him for man-handling flowers. As far as I know, it was a dandelion - ha!
ehBeth, those mums really made me happy and reminiscent when they returned every year, but they too went there way!
One of my earliest memories is the smell of the lilacs outside our home in Minnesota...and the bushes were so large to my little person's mind. I loved to play among them. My mother grew roses...some of the old fashioned ones with the gigantic nose! Today my Victorian house has old roses and lilacs with all the flowers that Gertrude Gekyll would love! My friends call me Gertrude!
