Blue Iris

Each time I see an iris, I am immediatly standing in the midst of my grandmother's iris' admiring how beautiful they were, almost as beautiful as she. We had great conversations as she weeded her beds of multi-colored iris', teaching me about life and her "secrets" to be successful. I have mixed emotions as I view this photograph knowing although she may not be with me physically, like the iris, her memories will be with me forever. I will always love you.

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