The Family Iris Patch

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!