The long distance garden
Saturday, July 29th, 2006About a decade or so ago, my friend Carol and I “rescued” some hostas and daylilies from a house in the northern Virginia DC suburbs that was about to be bull-dozed for a mini-mansion. Carol, by the way, is a master at getting “free” plants….spotting places that are about to be trashed, and getting permission to salvage the plants. We split the proceeds of the day’s digging, and I planted some at my house in Arlington, and she planted some at her house in Falls Church.
Then we moved, twice (first to Friday Harbor, Wash., and then to Camden, Maine), but Carol stayed put. She recently moved to a new house, and somewhere in the process lifted and divided her hostas and daylilies…the ones we had rescued. She offered to send me some! They came lovingly wrapped, and tagged as to what was what, in damp newspaper and plastic bags, in about late November. Carol suggested planting out, except that it was already frozen outside up here in Maine. So the plants spent the winter the subjects of benign neglect in our garage.
This week, we got our FIRST lily!
And the hostas are doing well, too……small, but growing (as in not dead! hooray!)…. When my dear father-in-law passed away, he had two garden “statues.” One was a girl with an umbrella that he said always reminded him of his daughter, and the St. Francis bird bath. When we were dividing up his home after he died four years or so ago, Faire got the girl, and we got St. Francis. I was particularly thrilled because my birthday is on the feast day of St. Francis, I love his poem, and I relate to anyone who talks to animals. So I decided to create a little hosta garden around St. Francis, which is the photo at the top.
Isn’t it wonderful? Good friends, good family, quilterly plants, all in one shady spot!