Mr. Cat and I took a tour of the flower garden this morning before breakfast. He's very affectionate when he's hungry. He even let's me pet him.The sun was just peeking over the horizon lighting up the hundreds of iris blooms. "Hundreds?" ... Yes, hundreds. Judy loved to stop along the back-roads whenever she saw a colorful array of iris. She'd ask for a couple of bulbs (tubers) and end up with twenty or thirty. We'd come home and prepare a square foot and lay the new iris out and cover with an inch of potting soil. She didn't put much stock in the old adage that planting iris to close to each other stunted their blossoms. So by now, each Spring hundreds of iris in every color you can imagine bloom to say, "Hallelujah!"
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