My love for flowers

When I was a kid, I remember the yard always being immaculate as my dad mowed and trimmed weekly and it always looked so manicured. My mom loved flowers, so there was always some type of flowers planted all the time, blooming at just the right time. I remember loving the gladiolas. She would cut them and bring them into the house and put them in a vase so we could admire them for several days.

Somehow her love for these things wore off on me and I became a lover of flowers as well. The only thing is I didn’t have as green of a thumb growing them as my mother did. Usually whatever I planted died when it came to flowers. However, when I plant a garden, now that’s another story. There I can shine and get some wonderful veggies out of the process.

Since we had a sticks and bricks house this spring, it was time to plant some flowers and improve on the landscape. I planted tulips, which after the fact I wondered why as they only bloom once and then you must plant something else. That’s okay though, I enjoyed them while they were there and received lots of compliments from the neighbors.Remove featured image

One of my favorites other than roses is hibiscus. I ended up planting two of those. Unfortunately, the ground was never very receptive to these, so they died in about a week, but I was determined not to give up, so I bought two five-gallon buckets and buried them in the ground leaving only about an inch sticking out of the ground, filled with potting soil and planted two new hibiscus. Those things bloomed over and over until the deer started using our yard as a pass through and decided they needed to be eaten.