• Brenda Crawford


My husband makes fun of me sometimes when we are out looking at plants at a garden center. I'll say something like... "oh look a (fill in the blank with about any flower). That's one of my favorites!" Its true, I have a lot of "favorite" flowers, but I hold several flowers in my garden near and dear to my heart. Those are my hand-me-downs.

I come from a family of gardeners and, as most gardeners do, we share our love of gardening by sharing our flowers with one another. I call these my hand-me-down flowers.

Growing up, hand-me-downs took on a whole different meaning. I am the youngest and got the hand-me-down clothing not only from my older sister, but also from my older twin boy cousins! Talk about an identity crisis!

Now the term hand-me-down, when it comes to gardening, gives me the warm fuzzies. My mom and my sister have contributed several plants to my gardens. The picture above is of a daylily given to my daughter by my sister. When my daughter has a place of her own, she will take a start with her. This particular lily is over 15 years old and has lived is a couple of different states. It moves with us where ever we go.

Daylilies given to me from my mom

The white iris is the most elegant of the hand-me-down flowers that I have. I haven't had the best of luck with iris in the past. They got the nasty iris borer and my poor iris rhizomes would turn to mush and die. For the longest time I had given up on the iris, but when my mom offered up some starts, I couldn't resist.

This is from May of 2016-the first year for it to bloom.

This was taken today. It is to the point of being able to divide and share.

Hand-me-down flowers fill my beds and my heart. When I'm in my gardens I'm reminded of the people in my life that have filled my heart with love and joy. Last year I brought home some raspberry starts from my mom. Soon I'll be able to fill my belly with joy too!!

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