Well over 60 years ago my mom planted jonquils at our house on Winding Brook. After she died and her house was sold (a story in itself), one of my siblings considerately dug up some of the bulbs and sent them to all of us. As you can see my mother’s jonquils are flourishing in our yard now.
When my wife and I die I hope that someone digs them up and sends them to one (or more) of my nieces and nephews or their children.
