Gardening Tips from my MotherIf we don't learn about gardening from our parents, who do we learn from? We can go to college, become an apprentice, and work as a horticulturist for many years. But some gardening skills can only be learnt over time in the garden. My mother has spent most of her life in or around gardens. As a snow bird she grows plants on the bumper of her trailer. At home, she and her husband have a very productive vegetable garden, and an ever-changing herbaceous border. For a few years now, I have chosen to give my mother a plant for her garden. The first year I remember doing this, it was a bearded iris. That has now spread along the bank sloping down to the mighty Fraser. Another year, I gave her an Osteospermum daisy, which thrilled, but only for one year. Yet another time, there was a grafted Japanese wisteria, which perished in the cold Hope winter. The next year it was replaced by a real old-fashioned one, which still hasn't bloomed, but is still living, fills a trellis very nicely, and protects the side bed from wind. There were rose-of-sharon, a clump of unknown potentilla, and many others. This year, I was wondering what to give her; alas - her garden is full. Instead of a plant, this year I give my mother a reminder of all the useful advice she has given me over the years, from day one in Toronto, to the present day in beautiful East Vancouver. Happy Mother's Day Mum - I love you. 1969 to 1974
1974 to 1980 - Vancouver
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