Columbine might be my favorite flower. Maybe because the Colorado state flower was my mother's favorite.
Most of the columbine in my garden is heirloom--they've descended from my mom's collection. Each year, she let some of her favorites go to seed, which she then collected and shared with me.
Over the years, I randomly scattered Mom's columbine seeds over my own garden beds. Today, these mystical-looking members of the buttercup family add a wild sense to my gardens.
Just as my mom did, I let many of my columbine go to seed each year and shake their pointy dried heads over my gardens to sow next year's crop. It's such a treat to see what comes up--and where--in the new season.
When my parents retired and moved from the Midwest to Arizona 15 years ago, I was so grateful that Mom had provided me a legacy from her columbine collection. Now that she's passed on, that legacy is even more precious.
Make it a great day!