Do you grow anything in memory of a loved one?

[Diana smith]

We grow alot of dalhias as my husband's dear grandmother was such a fan of them...she was the one who took him to the family farm every summer and planted the dream of a farm in his heart. I grow glads for my Dad who used to grow them in the ditch of his Northern Michigan home; only place that had any sunshine! My mom love lilacs and roses so we have both....she used to have a little pin that actually held a teeny bit of water and she would wear a sprig of lilacs to her teaching job. I alwys hope that our loved ones can see us flourishing on our piece of country. Diana

[amygwh]

I have a Concord grape vine, even though I shouldn't, down here in Georgia, because my great grandfather had one in Claremore, Oklahoma. He always had a woody food plant of one kind or another in his yard, but the grape vine is the one I liked the best as a child. He grew a paw-paw by the front door and an apple tree in the backyard, and before he died (at age 97) an English walnut tree that he had planted finally started to produce nuts. I could grow paw-paws here, and when my grape vine finally keels over, I probably will, right up by the house.

My Mom, back in Oklahoma, grows peonies in memory of her Grammy Jay.

[Edson]

I made a large planter box out of cedar, filled it with peat & sand, and planted some dwarf blueberry bushes in it. My grandparents always grew blueberries, and we'd always visit in July when they were ripe. We'd be out there picking buckets full, which my grandmother would then turn into blueberry pancakes, blueberry muffins, blueberry buckle, etc. So the blueberries are for my grandparents. At my grandmother's funeral, they gave out daffodil bulbs to everyone present. I put them right by our front door.

[Nita]

Ohh yes, I grow a purple podded pole bean that my gardening mentors gave to me a long time ago. My garden is fashioned after theirs and a day doesn't go by that I don't think of their huge subsistence garden and small farm. I use their milking stool too, much to the chagrin of my friends who think I should get a new one! Can't break the link of sitting on that stool everyday!

I love the lilac sprig story about your mom.