It was Pam who gave a name to the bush with the pink flowers that smell so good outside the back door.
“They remind me of blossoms on a beloved “pinkster” bush my mother had when I was growing up.” She wrote, “The scent was absolutely incredible and I could never get my fill of it. I’m wondering if you might have the same bush”.
I had never seen this kind of bush before we moved to the farm. But I was awed the first spring we were here and it bloomed all pink with a smell that I had not experienced before.
So after reading Pam’s message I immediately googled Pinkster.
I found that the word Pinkster doesn’t have to do with the color of the flower but comes from the Dutch work Pinxter which means Pentecost. When the Dutch settled in the Hudson River Valley they named it that because it blooms during the Pentecost, which is a Christian Holy Day.
This made me wonder what the Native American name for the bush was, but I haven’t been able to find that yet.
Pinkster or Pinxter bushes grew wild where we live and people started digging them up and planting them in their yards. They are pretty rare around here now. I’ve never seen one growing in the wild and have only seen a few on the property of old houses.
So when the dogs started digging around my Pinxter I knew I had to do something to protect it. This weekend I filled in the holes around the bush and placed rocks around it to keep the dogs away.
I am determined to keep my Pinxter Bush alive and healthy.