Most of the plants in my garden are there for no particular reason other than I wanted them. Perhaps I liked the color, or needed something just that size to fill a particular spot. Others might be rescue plants or plants I picked up in a plant swap. A few are from dear friends and I always think of them as I watch them over the seasons. Some I have collected for a specific purpose. They are there to remind me of loved ones that have passed. A favorite color, favorite plant or a plant I remember from their garden. Each reminds me of that person. When I was little I remember my grandma’s allysum. Hers was a patio garden that was filled with overflowing planters. Lavender and white allysum lived happily with the other flowers she grew. Allysum has always reminded me of her. Mom liked roses and her favorite color was the salmon/apricot color. The miniature rose I have is for her. A neighbor and dear friend who we all called grandma Lou had a geranium that grew in a planter on her patio. It was in California so it lived outside there year round. The geranium in my flower bed is for her. I do feel close to all of them as I look after these plants in particular.