Rebounding
every summer at about this time in the front yard is a cluster of perennials
with a bittersweet history. Clinging to life six or seven years ago in the front
yard flowerbed, right about where Casey is sniffing today, was one solitary
Gooseneck Loosestrife spike. By the end of the day it would be draped over the
sidewalk barely holding its own.
Our
first Border collie, Molly, nearly 12-years-old and riddled with rheumatoid arthritis
way before her time, would approach this sad little Gooseneck, and rather than step
over it or even veer left or right, she would do a little respectful
stutter-step and hop over the wilting summer flower. Over time, and plenty of
off-spring later, the crop of white flowers that now line the sidewalk are
called Molly plants in our girl’s honor. And they seem to thrive.
Their significance and sentimental value seem to be lost on Casey. But you never know.
What a beautiful plant that is - I wasn't familiar with it. Lovely story regarding Molly too. That last shot of Casey is classic!
ReplyDeleteFrom what we've been told it's a groundcover that can easily get out of control though. And Molly, she was an alpha agenda setter, congenital arthritis and all, until the week she passed at nearly 13. We were devastated when she died of colon cancer, of all things. Still miss her. Hope you guys are doing OK.
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