It’s iris time! My favorite flower season. This gorgeous one is growing in the garden of our daughter Eden and hubby Zack, in Kansas City. I dug some up from our yard outside Omaha last spring and transplanted them for her.

These same iris date back to my maternal grandmother, whose garden was so colorful and fragrant it made me dizzy. She passed some on to my mom, who passed some on to me, and now the fourth generation gardener, Eden, is carrying on the tradition.

When I see an iris, I think of Grammie, who looked 30 years younger than she was, and never had a bad word to say about anyone. Those two things are connected, I think.

They say the iris is associated with Mary, mother of Jesus, just as much as the lily is. It’s a symbol of faith, hope, wisdom, courage and admiration. The iris inspired the design of the fleur-de-lis, the national symbol of France. It is also the symbol of my sorority, Kappa Kappa Gamma.

Whole lot of reasons to smile at iris time. The God Who could effortlessly design such a wondrous living thing is certainly able to take care of us through any kind of trial, and bring us out smelling like a . . . well, a rose.

One more thing about these purple iris – they smell like purple popsicles!

 

Consider the lilies, how they grow:

they toil not, they spin not;

and yet I say unto you, that Solomon in all his glory

was not arrayed like one of these.

         — Luke 12:27


By Susan Darst Williams • 5/20/2020 • www.RadiantBeams.org • © 2020