Last week was apparently a time to think of my maternal grandmother. I mentioned in last Monday’s post that Motor Man and I had attended an event at Bacon’s Castle on Sunday (Grandparents’ Day).
A couple of days later, I glanced out our kitchen window to see a peach-colored gladiola. And I immediately cut it and placed it in a sweet little frosted vase that was a gift from my friend, Donna.
Although I really don’t recall planting those glad corms, obviously, I did. And I’ll explain why.
One of my special memories of Grandma was a peach gladiola she grew in her yard. For some reason, I remember it bloomed the same week that we had revival at church. (Whether or not, she just had that one, I don’t recall.) Her roses and Sweet Williams were ever-present, and although I have wondeful memories of them, the peach glad was perhaps my favorite.
Later in the day that I brought the gladiola bloom in, I walked by our dining room, and the late afternoon sun was shining on it.
The following day, I cut one of the last Texas Star Hibiscus blooms and added it to the vase.
Peach glads still make me smile.
~These Days Of Mine~
these days of mine 
What a wonderful memory connection. They make me smile too. Mom would have a row of glads in her garden. Now we have a ‘patch’ of glads that we enjoy too. Neat that yours is surprising you this late in the season.
Those special memories will always make you smile….!
Pam
that’s an amazing color and flower …
I am not sure if I have ever seen a peach color before, beautiful. Best of all the sweet memories that is included.
What a warm, memory filled post. I don’t know if I have ever seen a peach glad! And how lovely you still enjoying the little vase I gifted you.
Great love story of your grandmother and her beloved flowers.
No wonder they make you smile!