But, my cherished item is the plant itself – the simple perennial phlox. This old-fashioned plant that most gardeners today wouldn’t even think of having in their garden is one of the most prized in mine because of the memories attached to it.
There is no doubt I get my love of gardening from my maternal grandmother, and the phlox was one of her favorites. It survives year after year regardless of what Mother Nature throws at it.
My grandmother was also a survivor. She grew up in rural Jay, Vermont, fought her way through the great depression as a young married woman, gave birth to five children, lost her two youngest sons in WWII, buried a third son and a grandson in their mid 30’s, and suffered through dementia before passing.
So, this cherished but simple phlox plant that I have in several colors reminds me of my grandmother – hard-working, unassuming, and beautiful.
Cherish furs, diamonds, prized art, fancy cars, expensive shoes? No, give me the blooms and the fragrance of a phlox, and I have a smile from ear to ear because of my cherished memories. 💗
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