A Good Home

Mother’s Day in the Garden

Cynthia Reyes

One garden here at the old farmhouse is extra-special. 

Partly shaded by a large red maple, it has two dogwood trees, two purple lilacs, a Japanese maple and a forsythia shrub. The Japanese maple was stuck there “temporarily” but was somehow forgotten and has outgrown its spot.

Blog Photo - Spring Trees and Flowers

“One of these days, I’ll have to move it,” my husband says. But that tree is so big now that I suspect it’s not going anywhere.

Hydrangea shrubs and tree peonies also flourish here.

Blog Photo - Lilacs and forget Me Nots

In front of them are smaller plants: Solomon’s seal; ferns; the intriguingly shaped “Jack-in the Pulpit”; the occasional trillium (Ontario’s official flower); may apples and another woodland plant whose name I never learned.

Solomon's Seal Solomon’s Seal

Pink tulips come up every spring, as do daffodils, astilbe, and hosta. It’s the only garden bed that’s home to such a variety of characters: woodland, shade, and sun-loving plants.

Blog Photo - Mama's Garden1

No wonder it’s called 

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18 thoughts on “Mother’s Day in the Garden”

  1. I enjoyed looking at these pictures so much. Sometimes I will google “shade garden” and click on the images. They are so restful. Thank you for sharing this post.


  2. A lovely garden! Solomon’s Seal, Jack in the Pulpit, and Trillium are all favorites of mine. I recall once visiting Mont Royal Park in Montreal in the spring and being amazed by the drifts of Trillium there. Here was this rare flower growing with abandon in an urban park!
    I agree, that Japanese Maple is a bit big for moving. Any volunteer maple greater in thickness than my thumb is almost impossible to move I find.

  3. wow – each roses has its own meaning and precious – Each mother deserve a million rosses and diamond. I don’t what to say!! Bravo

  4. I often wish I had a garden with a stone bench like that, just for contemplating, remembering. And like you, I’d be out there with a big mug of coffee. I was out with a friend last week – she lost her Mom last year; I lost mine over 10 years ago, but we both got teary remembering them. In the end we always do know one thing, they always did the very best they could in raising us, and much of the good stuff we are is largely thanks to them. (OK, dads do get a lot of credit, too.) 🙂

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