Back in 2003 when my grandmother passed away my mom went to her house before it was sold and dug up a bunch of her flowers and somehow I ended up with quite a few iris'. Over the years they've really taken off and each spring I get more and more blooms. This year when they bloomed I was really excited about this purple one, it reminds me of grandma.
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Irises remind me of my grandmother also. I remember her walking me in my stroller to a house several streets away from ours. The man that lived there had his whole front yard planted with irises. Because my grandmother was very patient with me, I was always very quiet while she drank it in before we moved on. Thanks for reminding me of those times!
Very pretty and a sweet memory.
A living memory. Doesn't get much better than that!
This was grreat to read
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