Finally, the irises that really remind me of Mama—the purple ones—are blooming. So far, only two purple irises have opened up, but many, many more are about to. I won’t be surprised to have 40 or more blooms. We’ve already had about 15 yellow irises, and they aren’t quite done yet. The purple irises far outnumber the yellow ones.
As noted earlier, these all came from my mom (Inez Watts) in Octagon, Alabama. I remember all the years of working in the flower beds and waiting each spring for these to bloom. They mean more to me now than ever before–by a long shot.