One of the last things I had to do, as we finished packing boxes and furniture on Sunday, was to dig up a few of my most cherished plants. I should have done it weeks ago, but every time I walked out our screened porch, I just cried and cried. It was therapeutic and cathartic, I think. I just couldn’t bring myself to do it until I was good and frustrated. Read on for the list of plants I dug up to bring with us.
All these plants were transplanted here from special gardens. The lenten roses came from my grandmother’s garden, the Ryan Gainey hydrangea I bought when I volunteered at the Decatur Garden Tour a few of years ago, lots of perennial begonias that came from my mom’s garden (they grew wonderfully!), some special pink and white Lily of the Valley from Beverly’s garden in Tennessee, and a quince transplant from my mom’s garden as well. It was a difficult one to dig up and then replant (it has huge prickers!) so it’s kind of a joke that I’m bringing it along. ;) I really hope they’ll all survive another transplant. I promise to find you plant babies a home as soon as I can!