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~
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