When my maternal grandmother passed away a few years ago, my mother sent me some bulbs from Grandma's yard. She loved pretty things, and despite her tiny home and yard, always showcased a brilliant row of irises under her front window.
I planted those bulbs, but they didn't blossom until 3 summers ago, and then only one. Purple.
When we moved to Idaho, I brought the bulbs with me and planted them again. Last year: nothing. This year: a bright sunny yellow iris. Three blooms on one stem.
So, now I know that I have one purple bulb and one yellow bulb. Why they don't get their act together is a mystery to me, but I love having the bulbs nonetheless. A sweet remembrance of my sweet grandma.
1 comment:
How cool! Beautiful too. I'll be crossing my fingers that the others bloom.
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