“I just love them flags!”
I can still remember the older woman who made that declaration one year as we visited the flower display at the Fresno Fair in California. I had never heard the term before. “Flags” or irises were not a part of our garden. My mother always grew flowers from seeds because they were easy to transport from place to place. But I loved the flopsy flowers at first sight and looked for them everywhere. I finally realized that both my grandmother and great-grandmother here in Oklahoma had them growing in abundance in their gardens. Irises don’t mind being moved, but they flourish in old gardens where they can grow and multiply.
The old purples and whites and yellows were familiar friends for many years. Then I discovered that there are hundreds of other colors and shapes and sizes! Oh, be still my heart! It’s a good thing I do not have much money- I could get seriously crazy about growing irises! Add that to my addiction to daylilies…
So I am a happy gardener as I take a walk around the yard each evening and see my flopsy flags fluttering in the prairie wind. They endure a few rips and tears and still manage to be beautiful.
Oh, and speaking of rips and tears, this little white-winged dove appears to have a damaged beak! It is also out of its normal “range” if I read my bird guide correctly. And it is odd to see a dove in one of my feeders, rather than on the ground. It made the rounds of all four flat feeders and scooped food off the ground. And curiously, the pair of mourning doves who usually frequent the feeders each night, stayed away. Always something interesting in the yard.
Hope you love the flags!
Have a fabulous day!