Flowers in a garden that evoke fond memories from childhood

Auriculas hold memories for me Bakingmad, especially the traditional dark red and yellow type. I can't resist them whenever I see them for sale.

My maternal Grandma showing me how to pinch snapdragons (Antirrhinum) so they opened in her tiny London garden I must of been young as she was balancing me on her hip at the time but I clearly remember it.

Dicentra and nasturtiums in my Grandma’s garden, and the scarlet geraniums she had on her living room windowsill.

My father always grew wallflowers and sweet williams. Funnily enough they are not something I have ever grown, but they bring back fond memories of Dad.

Not quite flowers, but mint reminds me of my childhood garden. The smell.

Chrysanthemums always remind me of time spent on my Grandads allotment with him.
He grew them for competitions and the smell takes me right back to that time helping him to care for them.

Daisies, classed as weeds, bring back memories of making daisy chains with my friends.

Pixie Caps (Californian Poppies).

They self seeded in our garden and we used to love pulling the 'pixie caps' off.

Mind you, I dislike their orange colour and I wouldn't have them in my garden now...

Jasmine - it was just on the left of the entrance to my mum’s house- the smell of that and the smell of the sea air - how I miss it - even after 40+ years ?

The scent of mock orange as we walked up the school lane and of honeysuckle outside the classroom.

Forget me nots remind me of my mum, she loved those so I always think of mum when I see them, also I think the flowers are called snapdragons my mum used to show me how to open them up and was telling me how the bees get right inside them I was around 4 at the time, also lupins and pansies with their little faces, we used to make daisy chains too all these flowers bring back fond memories of mum n myself in the garden , she died several years ago

Nasturtiums and old fashioned Marigolds, reminds me of long holidays at my Aunt and Uncles house by the coast.

Sweet Williams. We had a lovely patch of these in the front garden of my childhood home. They were good as cut flowers and their scent was gorgeous.

Sweet Williams and other pinks, snapdragons, nasturtiums,
Baby’s Breath, marigolds, red hot pokers, all remind me of childhood.Neighbour’s gardens and Grandad’s cottage garden.
Foxgloves and bluebells in Spring all along where I had to walk to primary school next to shady woodland.Daisies and buttercups scattered everywhere in early Summer.

Such lovely stories. I plant a red geranium or several (Pelargonium) each year on my dad's birthday in June.
He grew up on a sheep farm in NZ and knew nothing of English flowers but he went to Oxford university and geraniums grew around the college quad. They became his favourite flower. He died when I was quite a small child.
The other flower which always reminds me of my childhood are nasturtiums. I thought they were honeysuckle because we used to drink the delicious juice from the flowers which I thought was honey..

Clove pinks ?

Pinks and Roses. My dad always picked them for my mum to have in the house.
His favourite rose was a red one called “Super Star” I recall. Such a lovely fragrance.
He died 30 years ago, but I remember that. ?

Lupins---I used to shred them. Snapdragons, I used to press the sides of the flower to move it like a mouth.

I just didn't appreciate all the beautiful flowers we had in the garden, though now I think how lucky we were as children to have so much joy and colour surrounding us in those days.

The smell of elder flowers outside the back door. Pyrethrums of all colours up the garden and golden rod growing wild. Pink and white hawthorn flowers, the lilac tree where mum used to sit near. Coloured dianthus which smelled like spice.
Celandines at the top of the garden where there was a wild patch of flowers, yarrow, poppies, harebells scarlet-pimpernels. I used to love finding different flowers and naming them in my wild-flower book.

My father grew sweet peas and the smell of them takes me back to my childhood.

What a lovely topic this is!

What a lovely thread in the middle of so much gloom.
Dark red valerian is the first flower I remember liking and always have now (not difficult!), then ice blue flax and dark red cottage garden peonies, deep pink japonica, hollyhocks, lupins and Solomon’s seal.

Fuchsia, red outside, purple inside, we had bushes of them and godetia. There were other flowers, I just remember these two in particular.

Night scented stock takes me straight back to being a forces child and moving house very frequently. My dad always planted them around the door as they grew and flowered quickly and we hadn’t moved on before they had flowered!

Lily of the Valley.

They were in my posy when I was May Queen at my primary school, when I was 7.

The smell takes me right back to that day, over 60 years ago.

I love their scent.

Have told DH I would like a posy of them on my coffin. (Don’t want to sound morbid!)

My uncle in Wales grew sweet peas and my aunt always put a vase of them on the table when we had tea. He also kept bees and would give me a pot of honey when we visited once a year.
In London we had privet hedges in the front gardens and they were always bursting with wiggly little caterpillars every Spring which we loved! I haven't seen caterpillars on privet hedges for about 60 years.