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For as long as I can remember, iris have been my favorite flowers. When I lived in Kansas, the next small town over had a huge iris garden business. You would go in the Spring and wander the paths, savoring the sizes, shapes and of course, the colors, and to make your selections. Then return in July when they would be dug. My friend, my brother and I would go every Spring, just to ooh and aah and take millions of pictures. That business is gone, as am I, but the memories - and the photos - remain. My current selection is nowhere near as extensive as theirs, but nevertheless, each Spring their arrival is always much heralded and welcomed. |