text: June 2012 – Author Patricia Lee
  Had that many seasons really passed? Grandma would have my hide! When the iris finished blooming in May, I knew they needed renewal. I couldn't remember when we'd last unclogged the planter, but the merging of purples and bronzes told me we were overdue for a revival. Of the more than ten varieties I had […]
  Through the salon's window where I watched traffic roll by, the hole in the wall across the driveway appeared to be nothing more than a blemish in the concrete. A ragged break, no bigger than a golf ball, had cracked open in the cement blocks that formed one side of the building. To […]
  Poor Man's Orchids. That's what my grandmother called bearded iris. Every trip she made to visit friends or family, she returned with a new rhizome to plant in her iris bed. I remember the array of colors beside her house, the many varieties she had gathered. Over time, the iris disappeared as Grandma grew less […]