This time of year is my most favorite time! I love spring and the renewal of life in the form of baby animals, plants, trees and especially my Iris‘. My father loved Iris flowers, at his funeral, each grandchild place a beautiful Iris on his casket. Each year, in the springtime, when my Iris’ bloom, I like to think that my father is enveloping me in a huge hug and sending me a message of love. He is telling me to carry on, carry on, carry on. . . .
My beautiful Iris’ in my front yard.
I had to sneak in a picture of my beautiful granddaughters,
taken in my front yard, by my Iris’!