When I post pictures of my garden blooms on Instagram, I often use the hashtag #flowersaremagical. Because, to me, they are.
Explosions of color.
Apparently, my own grandmother - my mom's mother, who died four years before I was born - was a gardener. While most of her efforts focused on growing fruits and vegetables, she also found time to tend a lovely flower garden filled with snapdragons, daisies, hydrangea, zinnias, and dahlias. Not surprisingly, all of these flowers became my mom's favorites in her own garden.
Every Mother's Day, I would give my mom a new dahlia for her garden. Every year, my mom would plant the dahlia and enjoy the lovely blooms, come September. Later in the fall, she faithfully dug up all her dahlia tubers and overwintered them. Some years, she was successful; some years . . . not so much. But her garden always had dahlias.
This spring, my mom wasn't quite herself. She didn't do any gardening. She didn't plant her dahlias -- and I gave her a hanging basket for Mother's Day, instead of the usual dahlia.
So imagine how surprised I was on Saturday, when I started clearing up my mom's garden for fall.
Because there were . . . Dahlias! Blooming in my mom's garden!
She must have missed digging all the tubers last fall. And last year's mild winter must have saved this one.
Just for me.
Because . . . I'm going to dig this dahlia tuber and try to overwinter it myself.
Because . . . My garden will always have dahlias.
Because . . . Flowers ARE magical!