This week in my mother's garden

I'm here in Kansas City this week, at my mom's house.  Although this is not the garden I grew up with (that one is in Indiana), it is similar, with my mom's touches all over it.     

Not surprisingly, many of the plants here are the same as in my own garden.  Over the years, my mom has shared not only advice, but also care packages filled with violets, elephant ears, and clematis seeds.

Unfortunately, I did not inherit her patience with roses.  She has more than 20 of them, and they grow beautifully under her care (unlike their response to my benign neglect).

It's a wonderful place to spend an afternoon, made even better by the company.