Each year, I have daylilies from my aunts’ yard that bloom in my yard, giving me a special link to family members who are no longer with us and reminding me that I truly inherited my love of gardening. My brother dug them from my aunts’ yard and distributed them to loved ones and friends. Now, we all enjoy them each year and know that their plants have a treasured place in our yards and hearts. My aunts were formal gardeners with designated beds for iris, daylilies and roses. I’m more of a cottage gardener like my maternal grandmother, growing a pinch of this and a pinch of that. But their daylilies fit right in, blooming each year with a special place in my garden.
My Front Yard
Midtown Dirt: Cottage Gardening in the City 
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