Felder Rushing has written an entire book extolling the joys of pass-a-long plants, and I’m a believer.
There’s something spiritual about receiving a pot of something that looks like a twig. You plant it in the ground, give it shot of water and have faith that it will fruit somewhere in the distant future.
Today, as I was wandering through my winter-ravaged garden, I suddenly spied something hot pink through the dead left-overs of last year’s border. Then, I remembered Shirley bringing me a pot of “something”, she wasn’t sure what, but assured me there would be a pay back.
Pay back came today. The foliage is lovely by itself, but it was springing forth in bloom. Oh, Hark. I feel the need to wax poetic!
You’re never supposed to thank anyone for giving you a plant – not sure why. You must remember when it gets established, to pass it on.
Shirley, do you remember this and do you know what it is? Seeing how it’s multiplied, I bet it will be a real show stopper next year. Perennials always are after they decide if they like you or not.
The growing of perennials is an act of faith and it teaches us patience. Oh, how I wish I could thank Shirley, but alas, I can’t. She will understand.