So many of the plants on the farm remind me of my family.I’m lucky that on both sides of my family, gardening in one form or another was important.
My paternal grandmother loved flowers, and we spent a lot of time talking about them when I rented my first home. She gave me her plant books and said when I got my own home, she had irises for me to plant.
I never got to take her up on her offer, but when I saw the purple-blue bearded irises bloom this week, it was a nice reminder of a grandmother who shared my love of flowers.*** This personal blog is comprised solely of the opinions, views, projects, and travels of its author, Stacey Morgan Smith. She is lucky enough to have loving family and friends whom she drags along with her on her adventures and whom she puts to work on her little farm. She uses this blog to help promote living in the mountains of the Shenandoah Valley of Virginia, from Roanoke to the Potomac River.**