Outside My Window

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Outside my window

I smiled as I pointed the irises out to my son on our way to the bus stop.

“There must be over 100.” I told him. “My grandmother got the rootstock from grandpa’s aunt, the rootstock of those irises are over 100 years old!”

“Flowers can live that long?” he said.

I explained how the rootstock of a iris grow and multiplies, much like people or animals.

I told him their names: Portwine, Lilac Bush, Sunshine. I looked at him, how life goes on, if we are lucky. I thought of how fragile we are, how that one plant living a hundred years ago meant that 100 plants were living today.

8 Responses so far »

  1. 1

    Wow so beautiful! :).

  2. 2

    Sandra Bennett said,

    Nice !

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    russtowne said,

    I enjoyed your post a lot. The photo of beautiful flowers is nice, and I especially enjoyed your sharing of the conversation you and your son had, and what you thought, as you walked. May you both have many more wonderful walks together.

    Russ

  4. 5

    And our lives continue on…..i really enjoyed this on so many levels, thank for sharing this moment with your son. Just thought i’d visit a bit and thank you for liking my words as well, encouragement is always really appreciated. 🙂

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    nutsfortreasure said,

    Our yards are the same LOVED 🙂 I am sorry I just found email I will get back to you lol it has been crazy with painting and cleaning HUGS

  6. 7

    hello, ms. beebees… ah, rooting, through time and space. how clearly you notice the signs of growth and decay, of our life and times. hugs. 😉
    ~ san

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    cherylmoore said,

    What a beautiful photograph. I remember the summer 🙂


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