A couple of weeks ago I wrote about my husband’s Aunty Jenny and her flower arrangement. I now give you Aunt Kath’s Echeveria. I don’t know its name, the leaves can be a bit scruffy, but it flowers, cheerfully and without fail, every Spring. The aunt in question gave it to me many years ago, and I’ve managed to keep it going ever since.
There is always something special about plants that came from relatives or friends. They are cherished for the memories they evoke, as well as any horticultural pleasure.
My garden is full of these treasures: Roses from another of Sandy’s aunts, and a ‘Felicite et Perpetue’ from his mother. Paeonies that came from neighbours. My father’s ‘Autumn Bliss’ raspberries and a fringed tulip – as well as the contents of his tool-shed.
My mother contributed innumerable plants: a good Delphinium – reliable and not too heavy-headed, a variegated box, an Albertine rambler, given to us when we moved into this house. I even have the decendents of some Love-in-a-Mist (Nigella) seed which was given to my parents when they married in 1937 by their friend Peggy, who later became my god-mother.
Possibly some of these have been superceeded by ‘better and brighter’ varieties. But I would never part with them, they are very precious.
Memories tinged with sadness.