Good morning! Just wanted to share a little nostalgia that I've been enjoying this spring. Backstory: growing up, every spring, my mom, sisters, and I would drive over to our grandpas house to pick iris's. It's not a crazy story or anything, but it was always the first sign that spring was here and it was something I really looked forward to.
This is the first spring for us in our new house, and our neighbor across the street has always had a beautiful garden. Once spring rolled around, I noticed something different about the front of her house. She had huge white and purple iris's blooming!
While I didn't pick any, I had to photograph them. They made me smile every time I saw them, and I had to share.
Thanks for reading, and have a great Monday!