When we first moved to White Bear Lake, our lot was totally bare. We didn't even have grass. Bob thought it would be a great idea to plant seed and it seemed like for two years we lived with weeds in the back yard. As things got going, we planted trees and flowers but they always seemed lost in the vast expanse. I didn't think we'd ever have a yard that was worth looking through the windows at!
One of the many gifts my sister Sue gave me were transplants from her garden. Twenty-three years later and several moves around the yard, they continue to thrive. These miniature iris plants are my favorites! I look forward to seeing them each year as their color is so intense. We have them planted on a steep bank with a wide set of grass and log stairs in between two big groupings. They fit perfectly here and each year spread out just a little bit more.
It seems late this year because of the cool Spring we've had but they're always a welcome site when they begin to bloom. I could see them through the pine trees when I looked out my kitchen window today. They make me happy ... but the best part is that when I see them, in my mind I also see my sister! It doesn't get any better than this!