This isn't one of my beautiful brearded iris that I got from my Nana. The gardeners mowed them over when I moved them and they are still recovering. This is a Japanese iris and they are lovely in their own right. I have these by my front door. Everytime any of my iris bloom I feel like my Nana is saying hi to me from heaven.
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
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