Olive Bradseth Jensen loved her flowers. It seemed to me, (her granddaughter) that she was continually dividing her bulbs and roots and sharing the extras with those she loved. She cultivated her irises and lilies with passion. When she moved to new places, she dug everything up and took her precious plants with her.
One did not visit Grandma without taking a stroll through her gardens. Every nook and corner of her lawn had a different bed showcasing some beautiful species. During the winter she drew up plans for new beds, and she poured over the seed and flower catalogs for new varieties.
These blooms are planted at my mother's place. Some are planted along the edge of a wildlife pond Mom and Dad put in a few year's ago. Grandma had always wanted a water garden and she painstakingly drew up elaborate plans for Mom after it was announced that they were going to dig a hole. Grandma had so many borders installed in the plans that Mom didn't think anyone would be able to see the water. :)
Grandma went to be with Jesus a couple of years ago. And yet her flowers are blooming still...In Nebish, in Puposky, in Bemidji, and in the Twin Cities area.
Thank you, Grandma, for planting flowers for all of us.