I would like to take a minute to thank my Dad, who passed long ago, for doing that for me. The streets for the new subdivision ended abruptly a couple of blocks from our (new) house -- so we drove as far as we could, then had to park the car and walk out into the prairie to get to where that Iris was, carrying the shovel and a bag to put the plant in. In my mind's eye, it was quite a hike. How great was that that he did that for me, relying on my word that there was something out there worth having. I'm not sure that I ever thanked him for that.
So -- thanks Dad!! In doing that, you fostered an important part of my life.
