I always thought iris blossoms were poignant reminders of Penrose and the row of flowers that trailed out our back door toward the barn. So here is an iris in memory of our mother. Timothy Egan, writing in the New York Times on May 10 2012, wrote these words:
[mothers are] the true keeper of your memories, your triumphs, your losses. Your mother is a scrapbook for all your enthusiasms. She is the one who validates and the one who shames . . .
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And this is the correct variety of an iris. Very appropriate as is your quote. Happy mothers day to ALL of the women in the family. Mothering takes many paths.
I will always be grateful for Mother's love of flowers. She found a way to have a "posie" (as she would call them) here and there, and she taught us the names of the wildflowers when we would go on picnics in the mountains.
Her appreciation for flowers is probably what is behind the love each of us has for planting our flowers each spring, whether one or many. Happy Mother's Day.
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