As I did some weeding among the irises, I mulled over the many memories they have for me.

When I was 10 or 11 my grandmother would have me help her in the garden.  One of the jobs she wanted done was trimming the irises when they were finished blooming.  She had me cut the leaves into a fan shape.

When I was a student in college, one glorious spring day I volunteered to weed iris beds that lined the sidewalks on campus.  “You can leave the violets,” said the professor’s assistant.  Fortunately I knew which ones they were.  In the fall there was a call for students to rake leaves.  It is a joyous thing to be out in the crisp New England autumn air, gathering up the jewels of colour fallen from the trees.  The professor remembered me and the next thing I knew, I was hired to work in the greenhouse and in the campus gardens, the best job I ever had.  It was not the best paying one but it was such a pleasure to work with growing things.  I learned a lot that I use every day, composting, propagation, etc.  The irises were in full bloom on graduation day.



My father-in-law was a great cultivator of irises and gave me many of the ones growing in our garden today.  A friend from our choir whose wife died gave me some of his collection, in pots left from the funeral flowers, each with a label.  The labels have disappeared somehow but the memories of all these people are present in these beautiful flowers.



Here is a photo that has nothing to do with irises; I just want to share the joy I had today when I saw that these chia seeds have sprouted.





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About djdfr

Daily life experiences by a Franco-American woman living in the Breton countryside form the basics of this blog. Gardening, watercolour, choral music, food, are some of my interests. I seek to balance the physical, mental and spiritual. I am a free believer praying from the Bible, the Qur’an and The Revelation of Arès. In 1974, with Jesus as the messenger, and in 1977, manifesting as a stick of light, Our Creator spoke directly to a man in Arès, France, named Michel Potay. The message is in the book “The Revelation of Arès”. It is a call for us to change, to practice love, peacemaking, forgiveness, to free ourselves from all prejudice, to develop our spiritual intelligence, the intelligence of the heart.

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