flowering quince | Joy on the Journey

The Memorial Garden is ready to add annual, decorations and mulch. There is an unexpected patch of sunflowers coming up. I made flower bouquets for my daughter’s wedding in 2013. There have been self seeded sunflowers all through the garden ever since.

Beulah’s giant yellow flowers are spurting up up up. They will take over this whole area if I don’t vigilantly keep them in place. Beulah is gone now and I miss her often. She was 35 years older than me and we talked deeply together. The little church where we worshipped and prayed with each other is closed now, but her voice and wisdom comes to me often. I sing In The Garden to her.

Lilac time is over until next year. Now it’s time to prune them back. I will greet you again next year, my sweet friends.

The flowering quince has leaves but did not flower. I am hoping next year it will be more established. It was brought to the hill by blues man extraordinaire, Patrick and his magic daughter Erin.

Zula is keeping an eye on the activity. She thinks the petunias and Sweet William area will look fabulous in a few weeks. I agree, Zula doggy!

The Tuesday View is hosted by Cathy on her Words and Herbs blog. I look forward to watching gardens from all over the world as the grow through the season. I feel part of a garden community and it brings great joy to me. Thanks to my garden comrades!

I’ve selected the Memorial Garden to be my Tuesday View to share with folks on Cathy’s Words and Herbs garden blog.

And away we go with the bare earth beginning. The outside border is heart shaped to surround those who are gone with love. The Memorial Garden is dedicated to the memory of those who rallied, danced, gathered and labored on The Hill.

The weekly view. Lots to do this spring. Pacing the labor is key. Pulling, digging, tugging recalcitrant rhizomial grasses. Digging and dividing spring roots can seem unending.

Let’s meet the plants. First, the lupines in memory of our hopeful dreamers.

Spring growth on our yellow rose for Tex. He taught that we need to defend our rights as free people.

I don’t know what this plant is yet. But it is strong and healthy. It was planted by Miss Sally and Friends of The Hill.

I added this flowering quince brought to us by Erin and Patrick.

The lilac bushes from the top of The Hill. Pat Daigle transplanted them last year with his super large digging machine. He is an artist and moved them with care and expertise. Baby lilac buds are setting.

A giant unpruned lilac bush from the hilltop.

I call the flowers that come from these roots Beulah’s giant yellow flowers. They are in memory of Kenos Henry. I pulled out a wheelbarrow full of roots that had spread. The wild tall flowers will still be a strong feature of the Memorial Garden.