My Mother's Irises
These are my mother’s irises. Three decades ago, I followed my heart’s desire for big skies, big mountains and a big life and moved from the East Coast to Colorado. My mom, then a high school teacher, came to visit each April during her Spring Break. For a few years I lived with a bunch of women at the top of a hill in Boulder. At the bottom of this hill and across the street is Long’s Gardens, a gorgeous family-owned farm that is 25 acres of oasis in the middle of the city.
