A few years ago, I planted a border of Bridal Wreath Spirea along the natural area in my backyard. Since childhood, I have loved its arching branches that are covered in mounds of snow white flowers in the spring.
I grew up in a neighborhood of small wood-framed houses in Camden, Arkansas. Love Addition was built to house the influx of veterans returning from World War II. My parents, my younger brother and I lived in a two-bedroom on Crestwood Avenue. After my sister was born, we moved to a three-bedroom two doors down, and we lived there until I was in sixth grade.
Landscaping was minimal in most of these yards. The grass was whatever grew that was green and could be mowed—a combination of Bermuda grass, crab grass, clover and other assorted grasses and weeds. Shrubbery was minimal, but our yard did have at least one or two bushes of Bridal Wreath in addition to the common junipers that I liked to call "bag worm" bushes.
Most of the time, I loved these bushes, but on the rare occasion when Mother or Daddy decided I needed a spanking, I wished I could cut them all down. Instead of getting out the belt or hairbrush, Mother and Daddy would send us out to the yard to pick a switch. Raked clean of leaves, the long thin branches of Bridal Wreath made perfect switches. They never spanked us hard, but it surely did sting, and it must have made an impression if I still remember after all these years.
In spite of that, I still love Bridal Wreath and have especially enjoyed its beauty this year. Although we had a cooler than normal early spring, we didn't get a late freeze, so my Bridal Wreath border was covered in flowers.
Now come join me over at Bargain Hunting and Chatting with Laurie where everyone is sharing their favorite things. Hope your Saturday is a good one. It's thundering, lightening and raining here, but we need the rain for all the beautiful things and especially to get rid of the nasty pollen.