curiosity or big mystery? I'm guess you would like to get more from the same origin?I'm glad I don't know a gladiola from a sadiola.
Hope the mystery gets solved!betty
Maybe a squirrel buried the bulbs there.
OK, I didn't see them in the last post but do now. No, I did not give them to you or snuck into your yard and put them there.
I am growing them for the first time this year. Beautiful aren't they?
I love these flowers.
They're very pretty, it's been a long time since I saw gladioli growing anywhere.
Echoing River. Hardy and beautiful is a rare combination.
Drove by a garden in Florence, KY that was chock-a-block with gladioli in every colour imaginable; loved the garden, and love your glads.
I've never grown glads, maybe one of these days I will. they are nice as cut flowers too if cut with only a few open they continue to open all the way up the stem.
I have petunias that come back year after year. And poinsettias....go figure....
The colors in that flower are beautiful.
I love a good mystery. Once I received a potted plant as a spring gift (hostess gift) and kept it until it faded and died indoors and then just turned it out into the garden. That's how I ended up with orange tulips! Any chance you received a plant and chucked it out into the garden once it was done? -Jenn
Hari OmI still don't care - they are BEAUT!!! YAM xx
Enjoy them, no matter the origin! Mine did not survive the winter and I was sad. I have a hole in my garden now that needs filling.
The definitive word from the friend from whose mother's garden came the glads: they have not been dug up for quite a few years she knows of, excepting the shovelfull I took last fall.
This is a fun mystery. You have unraveled just enough to keep us all interested.
They are very pretty! But glads always remind me of funerals. Isn't that crazy?
Love that color, don't have any but have added them to my list.
TThey are lovely wherever they came from though, aren#t they Joanne?
Had a friend whose mom planted glads before she died. They always come back in Michigan where no glads survive. Sometimes just a fun story.
Oh my, they're stunning!
Grandma's Glads? Maybe she likes the new garden!