Garden Iris, A History Exposed

An iris from stock that my grandfather grew when I was a young child, 50 years ago. It is a deep golden yellow and it's mahogany markings are stunning. This is deep in the iris, at it's very core. It grows only a few steps from the front door of my home, 300 miles from my hometown. I feel as if I have carried a bit of my heritage with me when I see the iris in bloom

This is a fitting entry for a time capsule, as it represents the origins of my love of gardening and nature - my grandfather and I spent hours together each day, out in the gardens. There I learned to tell the difference between a flower and a weed, to plant a seed and transplant a plant, and to reap the rewards of gardens - beautiful flowers, luscious vegetables, and a deep satisfaction with the beauty and gifts of nature..