Today was a day to celebrate.
It was a birthday of sorts.
Each year it’s on a different day and I wait ever so anxiously.
Today was the day my grandmother’s iris bloomed. I don’t care that the stem was too long or that it toppled over into some grass at the base of my bird bath. I don’t care if it even opens completely. I just care that I dug it up out of my grandmother’s yard fifteen years ago and its offspring have never failed to bloom. There are at least three still living here (and more at my old house) and they are a sweet reminder of happy times at Della’s house.
Today I also have tulips!! Yes! Worth the wait…