Love in Bloom

Most of my Mother’s Day presents are out in the yard.  For good reason: they are plants.  Each year at this time, my husband conspires to breed some beauteous floral bounty out of our garden-challenged terrain and testy climate to give to me an ongoing outdoor bouquet.  These days, he puts the kids to work alongside him while I putter around offering moral support and the kind of supervision only a non-gardener can give:  more over here; no to the left; shouldn’t that hole be deeper; are you sure it’s supposed to look like that; why are you putting that there?

The tradition of Mother’s Day gardening started innocently enough when we moved into our present home and our son was only 3.  The years before we celebrated by going out to breakfast after church, but we had reached that point where dining out with a toddler was not the leisurely consuming of a meal, but rather the subduing of the raw, boundless energy and unrelenting inquisitiveness that only a two-year-old or a teenager with a cell phone can manifest in a restaurant setting.  Wisely, my husband turned his attention to the out of doors and a new tradition literally blossomed.

The first fall in our home, he planted irises, my favorite flower, in a bank down one side of the house and also in a small crescent-shaped plot he carved out of the lawn on the other side of the house where a gate transitions the wraparound deck into a wooden walkway leading to the driveway.  These elegant flowers are deepest purple with a saturated periwinkle center and are readily visible from the street while the others form a pale lavender line down the side of the house.  All bloom beautifully each year just in time for Mother’s Day.

His next Mother’s Day feat was to rip out a shapeless shrub next to the steps of the deck and plant a dogwood, the white flowers of which glow against the backdrop of greenery when viewed through the floor to ceiling picture window in the family room.  When you come through the front door and look straight ahead, this tree is the first thing you see past the hall, framed by the window like a 3-D photo-shopped image of a tree.  He surrounded it with May Apples and Snow on the Mountain groundcover which together form a delicate canopy beneath.  (My signature avatar is a photo of a dogwood flower on this tree.)

At the base of the deck steps he put down a path of limestones that leads to his proudest landscaping accomplishment: a two-tier water garden of native plants.  About ten years ago, he dug a hole for my birthday in March and created the outline of the garden with rough limestone, rimming it with variegated hostas.  On Mother’s Day, he installed the pond and plants. 

This garden now brims with shade-loving plants, like tall, yellow Woodland Irises, slender purple Siberian Irises, dark lavender Dame’s Rockets, and ferns, since it sits under two enormous trees, one of which is a black walnut, which, thankfully, drops walnuts only biannually, but always renders the soil acidic and hostile to grass and other sun-loving species.  Honestly, I sometimes forget how large the water garden actually is because I most often enjoy an aerial view of it from the upper deck.

Last year, armed with a chainsaw and an arsenal of handsaws and shovels, my husband and son skillfully extricated the overgrown shrubs and their voluminous roots from the raised bed in front of the house (See Another Day, Another Walk, Another Garden).  Inspired by an extraordinarily beautiful garden in our neighborhood, my Mother’s Day gift was the planting of a small Japanese maple tree and a bevy of native wildflowers in their stead: black-eyed susans, blue salvias, purple coneflowers, daisies, coreopsis, and sundry other prairie flowers. 

They have all come back up this year even after a treacherous winter, having spread and filled out the space nicely.  I’m plugging the few holes I’ve seen with some smaller plants.

This year’s gift?  Well, I got to pick them out myself: blue hydrangeas and fuchsia knockout roses to line the chain link fence on either side of the backyard.  Fifteen years ago, we bought our house in May and moved in one month later.  At the time, we had no idea that the edges of the yard were chock-full of Rose of Sharon bushes until they bloomed at the end of June.  

It was a sweet surprise because the only Rose of Sharon I’d known was directly in front of my grandmother’s house in Hyde Park and next to the carriage stone that belonged to my great grandparents and is now encased by black-eyed Susans in our wildflower garden.  Over time and without pruning, our Rose of Sharons grew from bushes into trees which bloomed with their glorious hibiscus flowers all summer long. 

This year, three of them died inexplicably—harsh winter or old age or bugs—hard to say.  Though my naturalist husband generally eschews anything smacking of corporate landscaping or suburban predictability, I pleaded my case for significant pops of color on both sides of the yard, one in full sun, the other in full shade. 

I read that knockout roses are maintenance free and bug-resistant and the June issue of Southern Living was kind enough to feature a sumptuous cover story extolling the benefits of hydrangeas.  We are going to fill in under the hydrangea bushes with blue hostas to complement the various other kinds of hostas we have planted throughout that shaded side of the yard.  These and the roses on the other side should create good borders by virtue of their color and heft.

So, more fragrant than the aroma of expensive perfumes and more exquisite than the glitter of fine jewelry, my Mother’s Day gifts tend to be ones that keep on giving: love’s labors are not lost in this yard.

Happy Mother’s Day to one and all!


4 thoughts on “Love in Bloom

  1. Our afternoon was spent outside, everyone pitching in to remove some overgrown shrubs. This week, oldest son will help me plant some flowers and put in a garden bench.

    Having help in the garden — my favorite way to spend Mother’s Day.

    Glad you enjoyed your day today!

  2. Well you are such a good writer you surely painted a lovely picture for us to read. Mother’s Day is so much more special with gems you enjoy each day in the garden for sure. You are right about the Knockouts. I simply love mine that I just added last year. I have four of the ‘Sunny’ knockouts and then a pink one, all purchased at the end of the season for mere dollars. Not sure if the pink one is a double or not but no matter, it really makes such an impact in the garden. Your fuschia ones along the fence will positively glow and you sure can’t go wrong with hydrangeas. Happy Mother’s Day to you! P.S. I added a link to your blog on my directory under Kansas but I’m not sure if that is right. If not, just let me know and I’ll move it to the midwest or where ever you’d like.

  3. Mary, your gardens sound so lovely I think we should have lovely pictures of them. Our Mother’s Day tradition follows along with yours. It was started many years ago when the children were young. Now the kids don’t know a thing about flowers, so I usually pick them out myself and plant them as well. They’re more inclined these days to buy me gifts of books and music which are very welcome in my house.

    I always enjoy your writing!


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