One of the pleasures of being back in Pennsylvania is the ability to visit my parents via a quick half hour drive on the freeway. I paid just such a visit last Monday.
As long as I can remember, my mother has always had a garden. Both the practical sort (vegetables – although I still can’t rationalize the choice of rhubarb); and the “pretty to look at” sort – flowers. In nearly all of her flower gardens she has raised Iris and Peonies. I enjoy both, but the Iris has been my favorite for a long time; even though their flowering season is brief, but glorious. Both of these gems were in their prime blooming period on Memorial Day.
More importantly, I have my mother to thank for teaching me to take to time to admire the small details in nature such as a slight coloration on a white petal or the shape of a bloom. Indeed this may have been my first introduction to the idea of slowing down and learning to be in the moment.
So take a few moments to slow down and enjoy some pictures of my recent visit to Phyllis’s flower garden.