When my Mom moved from out childhood home, we took some bulbs from the back yard with hopes of transplanting them. My Mom loved these flowers she called “Naked Ladies”, and to tell you the truth, I had never seen them anywhere else but in her yard. Every year she would call me on the day they “appeared” so excited that they just popped up during the night.
In spring the long leaves come up with the tulips, iris and daffodils. Every year I have to remind The Joe-Man not to cut them down when the other flowers go brown. It is a long wait, but in August one day they appear…beautiful and fragrant as ever. The bulbs that were transplanted to my yard have tripled and quadrupled and it looks like I would need to split them again in the fall.
I can’t call my Mom and tell her that the leaves have come up, and I won’t be able to tell her when the “Naked Ladies” appear overnight.
Last year I took an armful of them and placed them on her grave…I know she loved them. I can’t wait until they show up this year. I will again share them with her.