They are on my mind this year. They are one of my favorite flowers and I have never planted any. So this is the year. I have all that space along my garage where we ripped out the shrubs a week or so ago and I can see these lovely blooming glads all along there. Hopefully my minimal green thumb will allow them to look something like these.
We have a funny story in our family involving gladiolus that has been told over and over. I am going to share it with you here. Ok, my kids who have heard it already many times can just finish reading this blog now and go dust and sweep or something. Someone else might just actually find this funny if it is the FIRST time that you heard it instead of the SEVENTY-FIRST time that you have heard it.
My paternal grandmother suffered from very early dementia. At the time the word Alzheimer's was not even heard of, at least it was not ever mentioned in her case. She was in her 40's when the signs started appearing and that was in the late 1950's and early 1960's. Early on, some of the things that she did have made for some funny, quirky family stories.
She had made spaghetti sauce one day for my step-grandfather (note that this was before the days of Ragu) and as he was eating it, he was raving about how good this spaghetti sauce was. As he went on and on, he asked her what she had put in it that was so different, that made it have such a good taste. She explained that she used a lot of that garlic that was hanging in the basement and that had to be what was different. My step-grandfather explained that there was no garlic in the basement and she kept insisting that there was. Finally, she took him to the basement to show him what was left of the garlic....and...see where this is going? She has used her gladiolus bulbs in the spaghetti sauce!
Today, I am off to my Mom's quilter's guild for their annual tea. I am stopping on my way home for gladiolus bulbs. I'll be keeping them far from the crock of garlic on the counter, just in case I have some of my grandmother's genetics.