Rudbekias are my favorite perennial in the garden and in the vase. The only variety I don't like is goldstrum; i fail to see why it is so often recommended. it is a short plant with small flowers with short stems, only suitable for the smallest of vases and lost in a big bouquet. I also like the wild black eyed susans , second only to the wild white daisies, if anything. Every summer, we visited my grandparents at their motel in the Adirondack mo9untains and both white and black-eyed daisies lined every path and road along with the wild berries that we picked for dinner We ate many of them while we were out picking. Somehow managed to bring home enough for dessert for the family most of the time but we ate more than we brought home in the bowl. The white daisies and black eyed susans cheer me every Spring when I drive out in the country and remind me of easier times as a kid when we were happy to have wildflowers to pick for a vase on the kitchen table.When they moved the house to a new location to make room for a swimming pool for the motel they rolled it on big logs cut in their own woods and the vase of flowers on the kitchen table did not spill. It was one small detail of a fascinating experience of watching part of the house move from one spot to a new one. They felt they needed the pool to stay in business in a tourist area. Theyspent every summer there running the motel until it became too hard for them to manage it and they stayed in Brooklyn all year. Welived on a farm near Philadlepia so had our own wildflowers to pickand a big vegetable garden and apple, sour pie cherries, pear and peach trees instead of wild berries and a large strawberry patch to weed.
Rudbekias are my favorite perennial in the garden and in the vase. The only variety I don't like is goldstrum; i fail to see why it is so often recommended. it is a short plant with small flowers with short stems, only suitable for the smallest of vases and lost in a big bouquet. I also like the wild black eyed susans , second only to the wild white daisies, if anything. Every summer, we visited my grandparents at their motel in the Adirondack mo9untains and both white and black-eyed daisies lined every path and road along with the wild berries that we picked for dinner We ate many of them while we were out picking. Somehow managed to bring home enough for dessert for the family most of the time but we ate more than we brought home in the bowl. The white daisies and black eyed susans cheer me every Spring when I drive out in the country and remind me of easier times as a kid when we were happy to have wildflowers to pick for a vase on the kitchen table.When they moved the house to a new location to make room for a swimming pool for the motel they rolled it on big logs cut in their own woods and the vase of flowers on the kitchen table did not spill. It was one small detail of a fascinating experience of watching part of the house move from one spot to a new one. They felt they needed the pool to stay in business in a tourist area. Theyspent every summer there running the motel until it became too hard for them to manage it and they stayed in Brooklyn all year. Welived on a farm near Philadlepia so had our own wildflowers to pickand a big vegetable garden and apple, sour pie cherries, pear and peach trees instead of wild berries and a large strawberry patch to weed.