First there is this glorious purple Iris, the gift of a friend who thinned her bed of Irises last summer. K planted them in the Fall and they have been fending for themselves since then.
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I love the glorious color and I love the beards, too.
Then I was coming back up the ramp to my porch, I noticed the daffodil buds. Flowers will be here soon, I am sure.
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We need rain. Who do we make a novena to for rain? I am so grateful for the flowers.
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