MY MOM’S GLADS
Some time in the late 60’s I dug up my mother’s pink and yellow gladioli beds because they were getting too crowded. She thought they would look good in front of the new fence we had put in the front yard along the side of the house. They grew and prospered like a memorial to my mom. Strange because glads should be dug up in the fall and replanted in the spring.
Apparently nobody told the bulbs about this, and they kept coming up every summer for almost fifty years. Last fall I noticed that they were growing out into the front lawn and making my lawn mowing a bit difficult. So like a good brother and uncle, I dug all the bulbs up and presented my sister-in-laws and nieces with a bag full of bulbs for their gardens. Since I don’t know what the original horticultural name of my mother’s glads were, so I decided to name this apparently super-strain of glads in her honor. So you’re looking at the first of the new Anna Rosalia Gladioli. She would have liked that.
I don’t know if they came up in their gardens, but they sure came up in my front yard. And taller than they ever had been!