Hollyhocks are blooming at my SIL's house -- these are from her garden. They are not yet blooming in Santa Fe. Today is my mother's birthday and last weekend she gardened for three hours one day, much of the time spent staking her hollyhocks. I'm asking my SIL and mother to save the seeds so I can try to get them to grow. I write of hollyhocks in tribute to my (gardner) mother's birthday as she taught me how to grow interests and plants and how to care for people and gardens.
Mother's seeds are heirloom seeds from the plants at her grandmother's house. I learned to garden at my mother's knees, learned of chickweed and how to pull it and what tool was needed for dandelions and how not to pull the crocus leaves and mistake them for weeds.
I sold harvested hollyhock seeds from mother's plants when I was five years old. They went then for a nickel a bag -- my first effort at entrepreneurial ventures. If I had hollyhock seeds today I would give them to my friends for free. What a gift of love.