Today in upstate New York it is finally above 40 degrees. Snow is melting off the roof and sun is shining through the windows. It has been one long winter and it’s not over yet. However, my plants tell me that spring is not that far off. My great grandmother’s easter cactus is blooming (for the first time after a 4 year hiatus) and my miniature rose-bush has buds! I think spring is in the air.
Today is a dark and gloomy late fall day that makes one wish for sun. I already miss puttering around in my gardens and snow isn’t even on the ground yet. I cannot wait for early summer and one of my favorite early bloomers- the peony.
The peony pictured below comes from the 1860’s farmhouse where I grew up. When I built my new house, I transplanted some peony from my childhood home. There are many poignant memories of early summer days with my mom in the flower beds in front of the house. She picked these peonies and put them a ruby red vase.
I still use that same ruby vase and the same flowers grow at my new house connecting me to my mother I lost thirty years ago.Connections to history can come in many forms…