In the garden the Iris's are outstanding. From the tiny wild iris or wild indigo, the state flower of tennessee a long tall beauty that blooms in yellow, white and purple. And of course many cultivated colors that hail from a old Smoky Mountain Tennessee gal's old garden. She claimed they were close to 100 years old.
With all the blooming......comes Mom day. Instead of ordering a bouquet for Mom in Florida, or making a trip down to see her. I will simply remember her and all the good times together. Not always easy, as we were so alike we often battled. But a mother who loved me always. I always knew that.
This photo of flowers are leftovers from bouquets both picked and purchased. A few are still in water, but most have dried. They still look awful pretty so I leave them. Such color, in dead flowers, has caused me to ponder, when is life "gone." What happens when a spirit "goes home." Are we like these flowers, transitioning into "something new." Keeps me thinking.
Until next time - Cynthia @ MoonMaid