07/03/2026
Peonies were my grandmother Isabel’s favourite flower.
She grew them along the front beds of their home, and I still remember sitting on those front steps as a little girl, completely surrounded by their fragrance. To me, that was summer carried on the wind. Today, one of her peonies still grows here at our farm.
My aunt dug it from her garden years ago, and although I have no idea what variety it is, it’s simply labelled “Grandma’s.” It must be at least sixty years old now, and without question, it’s the most meaningful peony I grow.
It reminds me that every garden tells a story.
The globe thistle came from my mom’s garden.
The Lady’s Mantle was shared from my mother-in-law’s garden.
That old peony came from my grandmother.
Their gardens continue to bloom here, woven into my own.
I think that’s one of the most beautiful things about gardening. Plants have a way of carrying memories forward, long after the seasons—and even the people—have changed.
What story will you plant next?
Our Fall Bulb Collection opens Monday, July 6th at 10:00am Saskatchewan time, and I’d love to help you grow the beginnings of a story all your own
