When I was growing up I spent a lot of time helping my mother build new garden spots in the rocky Ozark ground. We moved from the Kansas plains where the dirt ran deep to the shallow clay soil of Missouri. There was the vegetable garden that was a work in progress for the entire time I lived there, but any cranny that would support a flower garden got one.
Mom had seen an article ( this was the late 1960's) about a “stroll garden”, so anytime there wasn't a more urgent project for me to do, we worked on this new idea. Down the hill from the new house we started planting flowers and shrubs, letting some of the native stock like redbuds and dogwoods keep their spot. Soon a trail emerged lined on both sides by various plantings.
The most noteworthy part of this garden was that many of the plants came from friends nearby who had grown them on their own place. Over the years this became a “friendship garden” because as flowers bloomed each year we were reminded of where they came from. Most times getting these “starts” included a good visit and stories to remember.
Long after Mom was gone those plants just kept right on growing and blooming, year after year. As our own families grew and got places of their own many starts from Mom's friendship garden worked their way on down the line. It's been fun to tell the stories of the friends from whence they came.
Here are a few of the favorite plants that have a place in our friendship garden:
Every spring when flowers start blooming and I see all the colors along the roadsides, I think of Mom and her love for perennial blooms. As the year rolls on other types of flowers take the place of the spring types, giving us a continual change of excitement.