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Adas Poetry Alcove 
March 2, 2015 at 5:34 am
So sweet —
Such memories in the irises — I love this, Delores 🙂
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March 2, 2015 at 4:31 pm
My garden is spectacular when the iris are in bloom. Not much too speak of after that.
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March 2, 2015 at 5:51 pm
Such is the life of the iris! Grew up with irises everywhere – but it is worth the wait, right?
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March 2, 2015 at 8:07 pm
Most definitely!
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