It would be the wild irises that grew in the cow pasture in the wet area in one section of the pasture. When I was a kid my mother and grandmother would go pick wild blueberries. We kids went along of course, to help and grandma would always take time to check out the wild irises growing there. They were short and purple. Irises were her favorite flower and she had some in her flower gardens. They soon became my favorite. Of course I also remember the wild blueberry pies my mom would make.
