It’s a plant that takes care of itself. I plant small sprigs of it and look at it now. I also see the weeds but I don’t stay home long enough to pull them.
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White as Snow
The white iris is such a treat seeing all the pure white on this great form. The beard of orange colors add to its magical appeal.
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My dad has come home from the war. It is 1945 in the summer. My oldest brother Ron is on the right and Rex is on the left. The next two bo... -
Teddy's legs are a little short for this big wheel but he still likes sitting on it. These shots were buried in my files and this one...
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