My Grandmother's Daffodils

 

Hello everyone! I hope you are enjoying your Spring!

 

 I had the most wonderful day! The highlight of my afternoon was a tour of my grandmother's garden.  My aunt is now the keeper of the daffodils and does a beautiful job tending her mother's garden.  As you can see, they are  loved from one generation to the next.  A love for gardening runs in the family.

 

 

I love that I can still visit my grandmother's daffodils.

 

 

My grandfather's boot rests peacefully amongst the flowers. 

It feels as if he is a part of this garden too. 

 

 

 

 

"Susan, after I'm dead I'm going to come back to earth every time when the daffodils blow in the garden. Nobody may see me, but I'll be here. If anybody is in the garden at the time they'll just see the daffodils nodding as if an extra gust of wind had blown past them, but it will be I." Anne--LM Montgomery

 

 

I love this butterfly house!

 

 

My aunt told me the daffodil clumps are probably 50 years old. Each clump seemed to have about 50 daffodils in it.

 

 My lesson learned from my grandmother's daffodils is that with gardening it is good to move slow and steady like a turtle, pacing ourselves each year as we enjoy tending our gardens. I've read that you should give yourself at least 15 years for your garden to mature.  It really is a labor of love often passed from one generation to the next.

 

I hope you enjoyed my grandmother's daffodils as much as I did!!

 

Thanks for visiting,

Erin