The symbol of communication
This beautiful garden is in the historic district of Yorktown, Virginia. May 2013
“Since Iris is the Greek goddess for the Messenger of Love, her sacred flower is considered the symbol of communication and messages.”
— Hana no Monogatari
One year ago today I sent a special birthday wish to one of the most faithful readers of this blog. You don’t see her name in the comments or hear much about her, because she is a private person who prefers (as many do) to communicate with me individually about the blog. But she is one of the people I think of often as I write these posts, because her continual encouragement has meant a lot to me.
Last year I wrote about butterflies as a tribute to her, because I know she enjoys them. This year I am posting a photo of irises, another gem of nature that she loves. I hope they will be a beautiful “Happy Birthday” message of love to her!
What is your favorite flower? Do you know the myths and stories about what it represents in the “language of flowers?”
One year ago today:
The perturbing mystery of metamorphosis
This post was first published seven years ago today. Now that the person I paid tribute to in these posts has passed from this life, it comforts me to know that she knew of my appreciation and gratitude for the good things she gave me. Is there anyone you need to thank today?
The original post, comments and photo are linked, along with two other related posts, below. These links to related posts, and their thumbnail photos, do not appear in the blog feed; they are only visible when viewing the individual posts by clicking on each one. I have no idea why, nor do I know how they choose the related posts. That’s just the way WordPress does things.
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Defeat Despair 
Have you seen the book Floritopia?
No, I had not, but I looked it up online and it looks like a good one!
Good morning, Julia!
I love irises, too.
Thank you for the reminder to appreciate the people we love, while we can.
Thank you Susan. The person the post was written for has since left this earth, and I remember fondly how she used to read the blog with her son-in-law each morning. He too has passed from this life since I started this blog. Life is brief and fragile!
It certainly is! Lately, when I Duo call my mom, I see that she is looking more and more like my great-grandmother (her grandmother). I hope Mom lives to be over 100, like Great Grandma and several of her daughters did!
Even as I look at my children, they seem so much older. Regular adults now, even with the start of a few wrinkles of their own!
I have no idea how old I appear. I try not to look! 😅
Yes, at the airport the other day, going through the security line, I had a TSA agent ask if I was over 70 😦 — I should have lied so as not to have to remove my shoes! 😀 😀 😀
Ha! I love that there are at least a few “perks” to aging.
Yes, but not a the cost of having someone mistake me for being at least 5 years older than I already am…somewhere along the way, I realized younger people seem to have two camps in their head…”Old” and “Not Old”– the latter being about 10 years older than wherever they are at the time. That will change as they age, as you know…
Indeed, our perception of “old” does change with … maturity. 😁