Each spring I look forward to the reminder of my Grandmother.
It comes along the back fence. After she passed away I needed something that would keep her close to my memory. I have no physical belongings only the visual one that comes each spring. I dug up the tubers from her garden and brought them home to plant in mine. Today, when I backed out of my driveway her beauty was there to greet me.
The purple iris from her garden, extended to mine.
