I stood on a little knoll and looked around me. It was like nothing I'd ever seen, acres and acres of color spread out like a treasured old patchwork quilt made of random shapes and sizes. It was pieced together with strips of green and shades of brown that gently covered the rolling hills. It was an iris farm and every plant seemed to be blooming in glorious color!
rocklady said:Wonderful article Sharon and Mary Ann. We love to visit plant farms and thanks so much for sharing your trip with us.