Faith, Folklore, and Friends

 By the grace of God, we have lived to see another springtime. Some old friends have come back to visit. They are most welcome here.  I hope they stay a while.

Purple escaped when no one was looking, leeching from springtime irises, leaving them faded and spent. Purple vanished, riding the wind until it was captured by lowly ironweed,  waving to us from the side of the road.   Consider the lilies how they grow: they toil not, they  spin not; and yet I say unto you, that Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. ~Luke 12:27

One of the things I love about out Wildflower Society is that we have lots of door prizes, mostly plants.  There is a number on our name tag when we sign in, and these numbers are used to draw for door prizes at the end of the meeting. Two years ago, my number was near the end, and all that was left on the table was a tiny little pot with an iris blade sticking out.  I brought it home and stuck it down in a pot of herbs.  Last year, I transferred it to a better home. Apparently, this has been a great year for iris.  I have seen them in  yards and pictures, beautiful clumps of iris in all colors. I guess ours are finicky or persnickety. We transferred all our iris last year, and this is the only one that bloomed this year.  We are glad that we had at least one that would show off for us.