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.
pursuingmydreams said,
May 9, 2013 @ 3:18 pm
Wow so beautiful! :).
Sandra Bennett said,
May 9, 2013 @ 6:46 pm
Nice !
Christy Birmingham said,
May 9, 2013 @ 6:53 pm
How lovely!!
russtowne said,
May 9, 2013 @ 7:37 pm
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
whocouldknowthen said,
May 9, 2013 @ 10:24 pm
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. 🙂
nutsfortreasure said,
May 11, 2013 @ 11:20 pm
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
35andupcynicismonhold said,
May 12, 2013 @ 1:36 pm
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
cherylmoore said,
May 17, 2013 @ 7:29 pm
What a beautiful photograph. I remember the summer 🙂