On Sunday afternoon, Lucy and I went to the church playground to explore all of the slides. On our walk home, we walked around the back of the Handy House, which my parents have rented since the late Sixties.
For many years, I have dreamed of redoing this home. Although now I realize that it sits awfully close to the road. And there is a lot of work to do after fifty years. Plus the issue of lead paint.
However the unkempt side yard is filled with these flowers, which from a distance look like daffodils. When I picked them, they smelled like daffodils. But their little petals remind me of an iris. Granted I could not find one in full bloom. Most begin to wither as they open. The others were still a fabulous spring green protecting the mystery inside. What is this flower?
We stopped by to visit Bettye and Richard today after lunch. I showed him the pictures of the flowers. He was unfamiliar with them. But he told me about some red flowers that grow in the yard of an old home in Germanton, which he rents as well. He said that someone from the state stopped to look at them one day, claiming he had never seen that flower before either. It makes me wonder how many old-fashioned varieties are still thriving around outside of these old homes, but forgotten thanks to the lawnmower. Happy Spring. Here’s to new discoveries.