Nothing says, “I’m a grandma” to me like an iris.
My great-grandmother had iris and lilacs. My grandmas had iris (and lilacs).
I tried to salvage some iris bulbs from our old house, but only a couple survived. I am trying to keep them alive.
The iris bulbs were from my grandmother- overflow from her patch on the ranch. I had them in our old flowerbed for 3 years after she gave them to me.
The iris never bloomed in those early years.
My grandmother passed away in January.
And the irises bloomed that spring.
Some may call it a “sign”. I know I teared up when I saw the buds for the first time, as if Grandma was tending to my flower bed from heaven. (Which I need all the help when it comes to flowers and lawns!)
I always think of grandmas when I see an iris bloom.
