Haphazard informality for our enjoyment.
Irises were always a part of Memorial Day when I was growing up in small town Missouri.
Each Memorial Day Granny gathered Iris and Roses and placed them in mason jars. The flowers were loaded into the trunk of Granddad’s old Plymouth. Bright and early Memorial Day morning, we set out for country and town cemeteries, decorating graves with Iris and Roses.
Many times a fried chicken picnic lunch was taken along to have around noon, before we continued the cemetery visits. When I see Irises they remind me of those days.
Irises in these photos were brought from J’s Aunt Ruth’s Iris gardens a couple of years ago. They are planted all around our yard and near the dry creek at the back of our property.