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!
Sharon said:Wouldn't it be fun for those of us who could . . . to plan a trip all at the same time next spring. Greg would have a big bunch of avid ATP'ers all over his farm and we would be in Iris heaven!Yes, that would be fun! And then we could enjoy an ATP get-together at the same time.