This weekend I had an amazing experience. In the sunshine, hundreds of my irises had bloomed. Especially the ones I call Ryan and Kerrie. They were so tall they fell over into the yard, looking like bowing courtiers.
I took my kitchen scissors and cut them down. I was kind. I left the stems long. But now I had dozens and dozens of cut Irises and I didn’t have enough vases to put them in. So I gathered up arms full and walked down my street asking my neighbors if I could share my flowers with them.
Do you know that I met people I didn’t even know lived on my street? My husband and I were among the first people to move onto this street, years ago. And now houses have been sold and new people have moved in and in this hectic world, I didn’t even know.
I learned that one neighbor was having surgery, another had an adult son move back into his home and a third had moved here a year ago from California and she couldn’t find the sprinkler valve for her back yard. Unfortunately, I don’t know anything about where the sprinkler valve is located. But I do see the people who lived in the house previously on occasion and I’ll let them know the next time I see them, that Carol is looking for the backyard sprinkler valve
Going home to gather more flowers, I discovered I had given out all the flowers that had bloomed. But with the blossoms still forming, I think there will be enough to share next weekend. I’m looking forward to that.
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