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Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Colors of life and death

With a salute to Rusty Lang, wordwitch of the Tulsa World, and photographer of flowers and neighborhoods extraordinare, these iris grew next to my Dad's grave in Comanche, Oklahoma, by an old post oak that has has been reduced to a stump. I dug some up and have them transplanted in my yard. Thanks for the inspiration, and the hug!
Hostas growing my my yard.


And the azaleas have popped. Scarlet lake red...every time I see them I think of my red-headed cousin Sarah Beth, of Texas!

1 comment:

  1. Beautiful. Transplanting the iris's is a wonderful idea.

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