Granny’s Iris

I love when these bloom. They can from my Granny’s farm. She was born in 1902 and died in 2004! I can see her, in her bonnet, working in her flowers. She could absolutely root and grow a dead stick! :—) She used to thin her bulbs and throw them into the ditch by the driveway ( which was actually the state line!). We used to laugh and say the ditch was prettier than her flower bed. I alway think of her when these bloom. She was my “country grandmother” and not really blood kim at all as I was adopted. I was closer to my biological grandmother who lived in town, but being at Granny’s and around her instilled a deep love of country living and nature.
I got some hostas potted up today, finally.
Thanks for the well wishes about my back. No fractures, thankfully, and it is much better today.
I go tomorrow to my cardiologist for a check up.
Be blessed!