We know with certainty that this nameless Iris has been in the family for three generations. They once grew at the home of Becky's maternal grandmother. Becky's mother always took parts of this plant with her wherever she was to live next. Several locations in southeastern Pennsylvania had a connection with the family home since this plant always grew where they lived. That includes a trip to Georgia followed by a move to New York. We may be the last plant growing branch on the family tree so the journey may be over. However, through the years many friends have asked for a piece of this iris. Sharing iris is like sharing love. The more you give the more you have!
This nearly ancient plant has a complex combination of colors. We are always impressed by a sharp line of white edging a blossom. The purity of the three upward pointing petals is nothing short of amazing. Add to that a delicious scent and it seems that plant is unusually configured for a plant that is this old. We often wonder just what was the original source of this Iris. This plant has a modest size but so did Grandmother Torbert.
This rose came to us from a friend not family. Elle gave us both a red rose and this yellow one. Our lack of knowing the needs of these plants resulted in the loss of the red one. This plant holds ground near the house so it does get proper care if you allow for the lack of pruning this year. We respond to Forsythia blossoms to tell us that it is time to prune the roses. This year those flowers were almost totally absent here.
This beautiful flower always reminds us of both Elle and her service for our country during the Second World War. She was a nurse and was assigned to care for wounded soldiers as they were flown from Europe to the home country. Blossoms at Memorial Day seem to us to honor her service.
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