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Through the eyes of my Grandmother

DSC05273My grandmother had an incredible way of looking at life through a child’s eyes.  I’ve often thought of how she nurtured my love for gardening in such subtle ways, wondering if that was her original intent or if it just came naturally to her.

For example, when I was a young child and would come to visit, she’d hand me a pair of scissors and ask me to go outside to pick a bouquet of flowers for her.  Any flowers I wanted.

That was such an exciting feeling for me, to choose for myself which flowers I wanted – with no caveats, no rules, no ‘Oh Honey – not those’.  And no matter what I picked, or how odd my choices might’ve been, those flowers stayed in a vase the entire time we were there.

When I was very young, my grandmother would include me in her gardening chores by handing me her bucket of plastic flowers, and have me walk around her garden and stick them where I thought they belonged.  They were clusters of somewhat faded clumps of flowers on a long wire stem, which actually looked great (to a child, at least) tucked at the base of her delphiniums, or tucked in the crevices of her stone walls.  Again, she made me feel so important, giving me such ‘big-girl’ decisions to make all on my own.

As I’ve thought about my years gardening with her, there are a few flowers in particular which stand out as bonds between us.  Not just because of their inherent beauty, but because of the ways in which she incorporated them into my life.

My number one flower of choice has to be the columbine.

When I was about 4, we would take long walks down to the Lake and would walk through a huge stand of naturalized columbines.

These were the really tall ones, of varying colors, and to a little girl the eye-ball high flowers looked like fairies dancing in the wind.  Definitely not your ordinary flower.

delphiniums

 

Another flower which my grandmother always planted (to many ‘oohs and aahs’ of tourists who happened to walk by) were giant delphiniums.  She planted a mix of the dark purple and light blue varieties, and they’d grow to a towering 4-feet high.  

To a child, this was an enormous size, and in my eyes her garden was MAGIC.  I remember playing alone in the garden once, and someone walked by and asked me if they could photograph the flowers.  I was as proud as if I were the one who’d planted them!

The next flower I would include in my memory bouquet would be Feverfew (chrysanthemum parthenium).  These happy little flowers bloomed and re-seeded everywhere in my grandmother’s garden. In fact, I even have some in my own garden which came from her original plant.  

Without fail, I still get excited each spring when I first spot the little leaves emerge. I can’t wait to gently crush a few leaves between my fingers, and deeply inhale their peppery fragrance. For just a moment, I’m transported back in time.

And thanks to their prolific re-seeding, I always end up with more than I need. I try to incorporate them into the gardens of my clients in hopes of spreading the joy these little troopers bring in the hot months of summer.

My grandmother’s very favorite flower of all were her beautiful, deep pink peonies.  Each year, she’d nurse her plant along, even though it never really bloomed much (thanks to the shade from the pussy willow trees.)  But even so, each summer it would manage to produce a few flowers, and when it did she went crazy over them.

To a child, this flower was pretty cool.  What other bud in the garden would be allowed to be covered with ants?  And once it bloomed, it was such a floppy, messy flower with petals splayed in every which direction.  But to her it was pure magic, and to see her light up when it bloomed allowed me to see at it in a different way.

Red_Geranium_Web_Ready-300x225My tribute wouldn’t be complete without mentioning the common geranium.  My grandmother had a huge deck around her home which was bordered with a zillion pots of geraniums, blooming in shades of red, pink and white.  When I’d visit, she’d let me hand-water all of the pots (a chore which I loved doing).

She’d then have me pick off all of the cutworms which were eating her flowers (another chore which I loved doing).  The worms were always crazy colors, either pale pink or yellowish or sometimes a dark plum color (based on whatever flower they were devouring, I guess.)   It was sort of like an icky Easter egg hunt.

 

 

And what happened to the geraniums in the winter of her Zone-6 garden?  She’d haul them all down into the basement area under her makeshift grow lights, loading them on a long table (and every other horizontal surface she could find).  My poor grandfather would have to maneuver around this jumble of plants to get to his garage, but I don’t think he minded much.  As children, my brother and I loved playing in this basement with all the humidity, greenery and life going on while looking out the basement windows which were blocked solid with snow.

So thank you, Grandma, for showing me the beauty of nature, for making a small child feel so important, and for including me in your passion for gardening.  And thank you for taking the time to look at life through my eyes. 

20 Responses to Through the eyes of my Grandmother

  1. After reading about you and your mom on Fran’s blog, I had to come over and read this tribute to your grandmother. It’s almost Proustian how certain memories transport us back in time, the scent of certain flowers, musty basements. I really enjoyed reading about your memories with your grandma, thanks for sharing!

  2. Rebecca, My memories of Auntie M are very few, but when I think of her I get a very warm and loving feeling. Thank you for sharing your wonderful memories, what a wonderful time the two of you shared in the garden.

  3. What a beautiful tribute to your Grandma. I wish I would have known her, but it sounds like you have carried on her traditions. You both were lucky to have each other.

  4. Hi Rebecca,
    What a beautiful and touching tribute to your Grandmother…she was clealy a nurturing, kind and wonderful woman. I’m sure it filled her heart to no end to have you in her life and to share her garden with you. My Grandma didn’t garden but she made Matzoh Ball Soup…a tradition that I now pass on to my loved ones.
    Lisa

  5. I was very sorry to read about your grandmother. It is lovely that you were so close to her.
    My grandmother always used to tie the first peony to flower on my birthday present. Now, when I think of her, I think of that flower.

  6. I’m so sorry to hear about the passing of your grandmother! Grandparents are such a large part of our lives and history. I dearly miss my grandparents and still feel lucky to have my 91-year-old grandmother with us. Thank you for sharing a little bit of her with us.

  7. This is a wonderful virtual bouquet for an obviously special woman. You have given us all a gift by sharing the special relationship you and your grandmother had, and how her love of plants informed yours.
    Just beautiful!
    Thank you, Sweet One!

  8. Rebecca, What a lovely tribute to your grandmother~~What a wonderfully empowering experience to have an adult hand a child scissors and let them make decisions. Thank you for sharing. I am sorry for your loss, but happy you have good memories. gail

  9. Both of my grandmothers died when I was quite young but the favorite garden story about my mother’s mother was how she rooted the roses she was given (as a diplomat’s wife in the Dominican Republic). She reportedly just stuck them into the sandy soil, then stood back and watched them all root and grow….

  10. Rebecca,
    My thoughts are with you.
    As someone who missed out on having grandmothers around to learn from, and moreover, to be cherished by, I find your tribute beautifully encompassing of this special relationship. xo sending a hug, Alice

  11. Rebecca, Thanks for taking me on a trip down memory lane. My paternal Grandmother was a farm wife who had the most spectacular flower beds in the county. We lived next door so much of my childhood revolved around helping with those beds and the vegetable gardens. My condolences on your Grandmothers passing, I’m glad you honored her memory in your blog.
    Scott

  12. Your grandmother was a very special person. It’s easy to see from your story, that she loved you very much. What a great gift she gave you, a love for gardening. Beautiful tribute. Gorgeous flowers.

  13. Such a beautiful post. I will have my first grandchild in April….I hope I can pass on my gardening love as your sweet Grandma did.

  14. Such a beautiful post… I love how flowers connect us to people. There is a certain daffodil that brings to mind my friend B, and datura always make me think of my friend M. A garden is more than a collection of plants, to be sure!