A few weeks after my brother Zac died, a woman at church offered me some iris bulbs. I turned them down because I wasn't up to planting them. So she came over and planted them for me! Now every spring when the irises bloom I remember how wonderful it was to have someone plant flowers for me when I was too tired to do it myself.
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What a thoughtful gift. That was really nice of her. When my dad died we had some plants given to us. As we strive to keep them alive it helps us remember him as well.
Your iris flowers are already blooming??? Mine haven't yet...*sniff*
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