I haven't planted tall phlox in years.
One beautiful plant at Lewis Ginter Botanical Garden made me rethink that.
Do you remember what the plants were doing during significant moments of your life?
I remember driving past russet dogwood trees when I first saw Athens, Georgia, an anxious cat traveling with me (never let a cat out of its carrier before hitting Atlanta traffic), the moving van following, and not knowing what the next two decades there would bring. I remember the bright pink crape myrtle in bloom when I moved into my first house, blooming for my birthday every year I lived there. I remember staring out the kitchen window at a stand of tall phlox in my garden, stunned that something so bright and beautiful could be in bloom the day after my husband's sudden death.
Maybe that is why I haven’t planted tall phlox since.
But the phlox in this photo (Phlox paniculata
‘Robert Poore’), which I saw this week at
Lewis Ginter Botanical Garden
in Richmond, VA, was beautiful. My phlox was susceptible to mildew. ‘Robert Poore’ is less so, especially with good air circulation. Its bright, fragrant blooms on tall stems are perfect for flower arranging. Left in the garden, the blooms attract butterflies and hummingbirds.
I love that plants are a part of our lives as we experience seasons of growth and regrowth, dormancy and blooms, rainstorms and sunshine.
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