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Monday, May 15, 2017

Mother's Day Iris . . .

My parents lived in central Iowa. We moved to Hampton, Iowa from Wisconsin in 1951, first to Shear Court, then to a really nice rental house on First Street. We moved to the rental house because my parents sold their Shear Court home and had a very nice, large, just what they wanted home built on the edge of Hampton. This final move happened during my senior year of high school.


I remember many a day, summer night, sitting on the back, screened porch and looking over the corn fields in view near the back property line of our home. My mom loved her flowers, many roses too, dad loved his lawn, birch trees, landscaping, cranberry hedge and his flagstone walk way creations. The two of them "teamed it up" together and created a beautiful, lovely retirement home for themselves and for me and my brother Terry to enjoy when we returned home from college for visits.

Across the street from our home was another new home that had been built. A "farmer" had it built, moved to the city . . . kept the farm though and my mother had benefit of many of the "slips" of plantings from that Iowa farm.

One such beauty was a small Iris . . . Mother called it a Japanese Iris . . . Beautiful brilliant bluish color.
Mom had "Iris slips" planted all around their newly built home. I think I see some Iris slips here.


After I graduated in the spring of 1961 from college, University of Wisconsin at Platteville, I was married in August of that year to my late husband Gary. We started our married life together in Milwaukee, Wisconsin where Gary finished his undergraduate and I began my first year of teaching. Our two children were born in Milwaukee. Here I am above, in my curlers, with my first born son Scott. My dad enjoyed landscaping every little corner of their new home. (And still today, I can be found with rollers in my hair.)


Back to the subject at hand, the Iris. Gary and I purchased our first home and moved to Baraboo, Wisconsin in the spring of 1969. My parents came to visit us soon after we moved. In fact many people came to visit us that spring and summer to see our three story, six bedroom, three bathroom, 100 year old home. But that is another story for another time . . .


My parents brought a slip of the Iris to us on their first visit. (If you look closely above you'll see Iris just beginning in a clump found in one of my "today gardens.") There have been quite a few bunches of "slips" that have been moved, shared, nurtured in the past years. This Iris flower became some of my first interest and beginnings of gardening days . . . and learning about fowers, gardens and such.

The Iris slips have moved from Iowa to Wisconsin, Wisconsin to Michigan, to Montague, Spring Lake, Muskegon, Whitehall, cities in Michigan. Plus slips I have sent back to Iowa, Wisconsin and to Arkansas, Illionois, Virginia and so many other places it is difficult to remember.

The Iris below is from a slip I sent to my friend Joan in Virginia this past year. Blooming as pretty as ever, there she is, my momma's Iris . . . A Wisconsin friend Beth sent me a note a few days ago and her Iris I sent her this past year is blooming as well.

"Momma's Iris" lives on . . . interesting how the Iris seems to bloom on or near the celebration of Mother's Day. Surprisingly, this year I have many green stems but no flowers. My fingers are crossed . . . for the flowers to pop soon in the exceptional warm weather we will experience this week.

Last year we had a full bloom . . . I am hoping for a repeat of "Momma's Iris" very soon . . .

I hope you enjoyed a lovely Mother's Day . . .
Love ~
Lynne
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Thanks Sandra . . . Thistle Cove Farm . . .
"But behind all your stories is your mother's story because hers is where yours begins."
~ Mitch Abram ~

9 comments:

MarmePurl said...

Much Love to you dear Lynne!

eileeninmd said...

Hello Lynne, wonderful memories and post. I enjoyed the photos both old and new! The iris is beautiful, they are one of my favorites! I hope you had a lovely Mother's Day too!

Kerin said...

Sweet memories old, and making sweet new memories with each year that your mom's iris' bloom.
Love seeing the old pics!! Happy days!!

Hope you had a lovely Mother's Day, and wishing you a great week.

~K.

Michelle said...

Excellent memories, Lynne. Iris help those memories.

Linda said...

Lovely story Lynne...hang on to those ♥️
your front garden is gorgeous...hope you get some blooms this year.
Enjoy your week...
Cheers!
Linda :o)

Tanna said...

Oh, how I love that quote... and how perfectly does it go with your post. I loved every. single. photo. But, even more, I love the PASSING down, SHARING, continuity, of love and family and friends that those irises represent. A beautiful, beautiful post. blessings and hugs ~ tanna
ps I'd love to see any old photos you have of that three story 100 year old beauty!!! =)

Kim said...

I have irises from my mom's house and she got them from her mom's house! What a lovely tradition. Now let's hear about that 100 year old house!! 😉

Jeanie said...

That is so cool. SO cool. I love that these traveled with you so many miles. And they are beautiful. Iris has always been a favorite of mine because it reminds me of my Aunt Iris. When you see them in abundance like that, so showy and elegant, they can take one's breath away. And most of all, a lasting memory of your mom.

Anita Johnson said...

I just love this....here in our third house in Wisconsin we have ferns growing from our Illinois days. We have passed on many too. Friendship gardens....what a gift. Love that you have s little Snickers....friends of ours have a Snickers too. If you ever need a bed and breakfast....you all are welcome here.