I remember as a child, when we moved from the city of little rock to the farm, my chore was watching the baby and keeping mama's plants safe. She had taken slips of a few which wound up being many. She had potted a lot ahead of the move in order to settle the family in before planting them. Then there were the irises. Just dried out brown pieces of old plant material. I thought Mama had taken leave of her senses. Those dead things would never make a flower. Lol
