Remember that old saying about a picture being worth a thousand words? Of course you do. So in this post I am trying very hard to let the pictures do all the talking, okay, most of it anyway. Some of you, my dear readers, might remember a transplanting project of mine I shared about with you last summer. You can read the details about that project here if you’d like.
Here it is one year later and I am very pleased to say that my project was a success. And this is no small feat because a green thumb I do not possess.
Bits and pieces of my mother’s flower garden live on in mine, a living memory so to speak.
And if my memory serves me right, the irises originated in her mother’s flower gardens in North Dakota which makes them all the more special (and hardy). Some of my fondest and earliest memories of childhood involve going out on warm summer evenings with my grandma and ‘helping’ her water and tend to all her various flower gardens. It was special one-on-one time with Grandma that I never turned down. She loved those watering sessions and I did too, well, except for the slapping mosquitoes part. I never could figure out why they didn’t bother her…
And now I’ll let the pictures do the talking…
Who doesn’t love daisies, right?
Still going strong after all these years.
Yellow irises have never been my favorite, but I might have changed my mind.