I didn't pick these flower for you, but I did photograph them with you in mind.
They are your favorite color.
I let them blossom because they seemed to be so happy to do so. Just like you have always encouraged me to do.
While chasing Annie through the woods, I noticed this little patch of dwarf iris wedged between fallen logs so I hiked back to the house to retrieve my camera gear.
The area to the left, right, up and down, are all scarred from logging, but this is a sweet spot in my world which naturally made me think of you.
I love you, Mom.
