Grandma's Presence

I have a row of Irises planted in a place where I can enjoy them every day during their season.  Some of the iris plants I have were already here when we bought our home, but I just transplanted them to a spot where I could see them all the time. It seemed like such a waste when they were tucked against the south side of my house, where only the farmer next door could enjoy them (but only when he was planting his corn). 

But what really makes my row of Irises special, is that some of them came from both my Grandma Viola and my Grandma Bernie.  (Blessing #688)  I can't remember which color came from which grandma, but I love knowing that my grandmas provided that splash of color to my yard.