Taking up the slack from the fading wisteria, the bridal wreath makes her charming debut.

My sister-in-law tells me that in the fifties there were very few nurseries in town so my late mother-in-law, Martha Ann, brought most of her cuttings of wisteria, bridal wreath and forsythia from Eastern Arkansas.


Martha Ann (center) in Europe in the seventies.

My maternal grandmother was also a gardener. When we visited she would take me on tours through her yard, proudly pointing out the flowering bushes and other beautiful flowers and herbs she grew. Once in early fall, on an evening before a freeze, she asked me to come over to get some cuttings of marigolds.

She was especially fond of her sweet pea bush.

When I see everything blooming in Spring I think of my late mother-in-law and grandmother.


My grandmother, Hazel Alabama Whitmarsh Webster in high school

There’s rosemary, that’s for remembrance; pray,
love, remember: and there is pansies. that’s for thoughts.