Grandma Jeanne

I was working in the yard this week and noticed that some of my irises had begun to bloom. They were transplanted from my Grandma Jeanne's garden years ago when we moved in. Each time they bloom I think of her fondly, as they were her favorite kind of flower. This time they were extra special and smelled even sweeter as I thought of my loving grandma dear and about how much I miss her. The pretty white petals seem heavenly- perfect for where she is. They are so delicate- which reminds me of her- and yet straight and true- which also reminds me of her. I am grateful for these beautiful flowers and for my beautiful grandmother!