The friend who suggested that I write a garden blog stopped by the other day and said, “This is the time of year that I wish I had some forsythia, but it’s just so vulgar.”
Now, mind you, this is a woman with few boundary issues—and, theoretically, plenty of space for forsythia in her life. She lives on 30 acres, has a Harry Potter plant collection of black irises, wormwood, mugwort, and coneflowers without pedals. She walks barefoot across hot coals at the solstice, has a rather—well, let’s just say—“open” marriage, and didn’t miss a beat the morning she found a naked dead guy on her front step. But she’s concerned about forsythia being “vulgar.”
“It’s your garden,” I said. “If you want some forsythia, you should have some.” She looked at me as if I’m wise, which I’m not. But, for a moment, I felt that way.
Cuz Beth bought your Auntie a Lilac Tree for Mother’s Day at Norway Gardens today. Full of blooms and beautiful. Uncle is planting it right now behind the rock with the street address on it. Now more mulch and extend the flower bed. Like your blog ! Like you too ! Auntie
You’re a funny girl, Aunt Shirley. Your lilac tree sounds lovely. I hear they have good stuff (and good help) at Norway Gardens. Enjoy your blooms!