The Irises Are Blooming

I look forward to Eva's visit each year about this time. That is, I know all is well in my yard when the irises bloom. Eva was my grandmother and she loved her flowers. Most of them started as cuttings, seeds or bulbs from family and friends. In turn, she enjoyed passing these special plants to others. So, when we moved into our first home in Dayton, she gave me some of her irises. Each of our moves has included digging a few of the irises and taking them with us. These irises have become a metaphor for our moves...leaving a bit of ourselves, taking the remainder and establishing ourselves in a new location.