Today is the anniversary of my mom's passing. Her favorite flower was the Iris. I remember she would go to my godmother's garden to collect bunches of flowers and bulbs to plan in our yard. Her hope was to surrounding herself with just some of the beauty from my godmother's field of iris.
My mom was a lover of all things beautiful. To me, it's interesting that these were her favorite flower. They are described as "showy," but my mom wasn't. She was modest and humble. However, the Iris is also beautiful, delicate, feminine, and very sculptural - words that relate greatly to things my mom was drawn to and represented.
The last thing my mom sketched was a bunch of irises that were brought to her while she was sick - only a week or so before she died. The next step was for them to be painted. She never got to the painting, but I still have the faint pencil drawing. I thought I'd post these photos of Irises taken a couple month ago here in Davis, in memory of her.
