This patch of iris bulbs are transplants from my dad’s garden. His bulbs came from his father’s garden. My grandfather came by the bulbs by way of his mother-in-law. For that reason, these plants are special to me. I like to think of them growing in Missouri, then California, and now New Jersey.
For several years, though I got lush green stems, no flowers emerged. But two years ago, lovely purple irises emerged. Since then, each April, I eagerly check the patch for signs of flowers. Last Sunday, I was rewarded.
Three flowers are preparing to bloom. I expect that the coming days will bring more. I will keep watch for all the changes. That’s happy!
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