Where do I start? I had planted lots of flowers in my yard in Illinois and some of the perennials had done very well. After moving to Raleigh in November of 2008 to a new house where the builders had planted only generic shrubbery and grass, it seemed a bit intimidating to start all over again, especially with a much smaller yard. Some of my fondest memories of growing up in South Carolina are my Mom's flowers; many of these varieties would not grow in Illinois, so now that I am back down South, I am looking to create more fond memories of my own. The first flowers for the North Carolina yard were azalea bushes. They should look really nice as they grow larger. As I did in Illinois, I am planting mostly perennial bulbs and flowering shrubs. I have worked hard to get new flowers growing and now I am starting to enjoy the fruits of my labor and the goodness of God's allowing many of the new plantings to do well. These works of art are a continuing partnership. |
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| Gotta have a few annuals as well. Above are geraniums and impatients at the front door. Below is a basket of petunias. |
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| Large trees at the edge of the back yard include a mimosa tree. It reminds me so much of my childhood. I love the delicate pink flowers that attract hummingbirds. I have a couple of small ones growing too. |
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| I'm so excited to be able to grow Southern flowers. I haven't had azaleas in a very long time. |
| As time goes along, I keep putting more things in the yard. Here are two small crepe myrtle trees. They should continue to grow much bigger as time goes by. The crepe myrtle tree is a very popular, showy tree in the South. |
| by Sybil Vaughn 2005 Revised April 2006 Far beyond those winding mountain roads, through rolling Appalachian hill, In a simpler and quieter time long past on a Southern street named Turner, I fondly remember my mother's spring gardens, oh what a magnificent thrill! I have no photos except in my mind, vividly tucked into its farthest corner. Picture the blissful view of those glorious early yellow daffodils, in idyllic zeal Lining the yard’s edge, while pretty azaleas of multi shades of pink and white Add breathless charm and beauty with feathery cascades of blooms quite surreal. There's also huge majestic hydrangeas, can you imagine what a stunning sight! Mom planted the Easter lily that was a gift during my diabetic hospital stay, The plant re-appeared each spring reminding us of everlasting hope in Him. Mimosas with tiny pretty pink flowers and leaves that folded nightly to pray Attracted the humming birds; ah my nostalgia almost like a praising hymn! We were not among those who ask on Sunday "What today is our destination?" Our plans were made around the services, where we studied each Bible verse. Every Sunday and Wednesday we made our way to church without question. Easter I always wore a special new dress with matching shoes, hat, and purse. On this blustery cold Easter morning in northern Illinois in the present time, I look out over the chilled air, finding rows of appealing daffodils peeking up, Tulips and hyacinths awakening now, still small but showing beauty sublime. I am thankful for a devoted mother's influence; she lovingly overflowed my cup. |
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