(Photo by Marsha)
I'll bet my friend Marsha is catching flies in that dropped jaw she's got after reading yesterday's post. You know, the one where I said I was never planting mums again? When she and I went to Darke County a week ago, before I left her house for home, she shared some of her garden with me. Her chrysanthemums, to be exact. And I actually wanted them.
Last fall, she had a going-away party at her house for her daughter Jennifer and her husband Scott, because they were moving to New Mexico. It was a wonderful party, held outside on a gorgeous fall evening. As I walked around her garden, I was awed by the gorgeous pink flowers she had growing and promptly informed her that I must have some. She'd already offered to share some with me a month or so before that, but you know me and mums . . .
So okay, now I've got a nice-sized clump of 'Clara Curtis' in my garden and it's got flower buds all over it. I don't know if it will make it all the way to full bloom due to the transplanting, but it's looking promising. 'Clara Curtis' is an heirloom mum, originally from Russia and supposedly hardy to zone 4, so maybe I'll have better luck with it. Marsha says it grows like crazy. Yes, that's the mum for me!
I know what else you're thinking. "But they're PINK! You said you didn't like pink mums!" Yeah, I know. I'm so confused. Must be the fibromyalgia. I think it's the hot pink ones I don't like. These are a pretty shade of cotton candy pink that look like daisies. And everyone knows I love daisies.
So there you go. I did plant mums and they are pink and I really hope they make it through this winter. If they don't, I will try them again. This is one mum I'm determined to have. And Marsha - I know I said you aren't supposed to say thank you for passalong plants (Mom says they won't grow if you do), but I really want to say it. So thank you.
I hope I didn't just jinx my mums.