The gardens at Linderhof are filled with flowers. Most are "pass along plants" -- plants given to me by friends and relatives. Old fashioned flowers for they seem to suit Linderhof's age. Old fashioned flowers because they seem to grow well on my part of the prairie.
Iris always reminds me of my grandmother for her garden was always full of them -- mostly the old fashioned deep purple ones. She called them flags and they didn't bloom in her garden until around the end of May. They were always picked and taken to cemeteries on Memorial Day.
When I stopped by Sally's today to see a new plant, not only did I get a great cup of coffee which we sipped on her covered back porch while watching the birds and a dish of ice cream with strawberries but I also ended up with a grocery sack of iris -- pale purple ones -- so pale that they seem white.
None of the iris in Linderhof's gardens are that color and I put them in a special place. Where you can see them from the breakfast room. They won't bloom this year but they will bloom the next and those icy purple iris will always be a reminder of a day spent on a porch with a friend.
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This was my first post on a blog . . .
I'd read a few
And found blogger and decided to take the plunge
May 5, 2008
Now eight years and 2023 posts later, I've come a long long way
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I still enjoy sharing our daily life at Linderhof
with my readers
I've made some great and lasting friends because of Lines from Linderhof . . .
It's something that I cannot imagine not doing!
My pictures have improved leaps and bounds
I used a flash when I first started and my pictures seem so clumsy and amateurish.
Most, now, are taken by my phone
And they are far better than the pictures I took with a "real" camera when I started in 2008
Lines from Linderhof was named because of the column that I write in local newspapers,
it seemed fitting that the "lines" could also be on a blog.
Blog names are very important I've found
It needs to be descriptive but yet not too "cutesy"
I've also watched blogs come and go over these eight years.
Favorites now gone forever because the blogger got tired or life got in the way.
I miss these friends.
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I look at Linderhof's garden in the above picture
And cannot believe how much it has changed.
Changed and matured.
There is nothing, in my opinion like a mature garden
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Like I did eight years ago, today I spent a goodly part of the day in the garden
Yes, planting iris!