Since I was a kid, my father always played with flowers. It was an accomplishment he was proud of.
I remember the back yard of Mitchell Street, where the yard wasn’t large but Dad had a “l” shaped garden. There were some lily of the valley , assorted roses, and various colors of mums. He tried to keep a rosebush blooming that he pulled from his parent’s house. I think it finally died of black spot-the nemesis of a rose bush. My dad would plant snapdragons too, as they were Mom’s favorite. In fact, my bridal bouquets was mums, roses and snapdragons to honor then both.
Well, Jim isn’t fond of scent, but that will not deter me. I will plant again …
….soil is in my blood !