Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Back in the Fall when we first moved in, an older boy from around the corner became friends with VJ. His passion? Gladioluses.
He shared with VJ what he had learned about them and gave him some of the bulbs he'd just dug from his own flower bed, and together they looked for a spot in our large front lawn to plant them in.
VJ was in charge of mowing the 2 acres, and it had needed several trimmings in the Fall before the cold weather set in. This was 2 acres with the kind of lawn mower that a boy, walking behind, pushes.
He got to know the lawn well, so when the time came, he and Tom were able to pick out a choice spot for the glads.
Tom knew all about varieties and both boys were eager for Spring and then Summer to come so they could see what colors had resulted from Tom's experimentation the season before.
Back in the Fall they had dug a small garden, maybe 4 x 9 feet, toward the front of the property, out by the road. It was exclusively for glads. We watched them from the house as they dug hour after hour.
Whatever magic they put into the preparation, by mid Spring they were able to show us dozens of gladiolus spikes poking from the soil.
But we still had to wait for the flowers. The 10 year old and the 12 year old kept an eye on them...