Ah, what a few days of sunshine can do in the garden. My Siberian irises began blooming yesterday! Such a treat. The blooms are exquisite are they not? The perfect shade of purple crossed with blue. A stunning contrast against the vivid green and simple lines of their leaves. I look forward to the arrival of the first flowers every spring.
They have special sentimental value for me. These were transplanted from my Oma’s garden after she passed away. Oma and Opa had the most beautiful garden. And they took great pride in it. I still picture them sitting in front of their house in the shade of a tree on a Sunday afternoon, enjoying their garden and each other’s company.
This stand of irises lives in a lovely, mostly shady spot at the side of my house. I needed to go out and around several times during the day just to take a look and enjoy them. Then I had a better idea. How about a little bouquet for my windowsill where I could enjoy them much more frequently?
Yup, good idea.
And don’t you love the pretty vase? Here’s a true story. I bought it from the glass factory in Corning which we visited on a road trip several years ago. I bought it as a gift for someone. But then I kept it. *gasp* Are you appalled? Please tell me you’ve never done anything like that.
But it was worth it if only for the sake of a pretty composition like this on my kitchen windowsill. And thank you Oma for growing these beautiful blooms which we can now still enjoy.
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