I wish I had a place in my garden for irises, but I think they need more sun than I've got.
For some reason, irises are the flowers I most associate with the happy moments of my childhood. Their frangance alone will transport me in an instant to a sunny afternoon when I was about five or six, slipping through the white slats of our backyard fence, wearing cowboy boots and a pink polka dot dress.
The Italian for today is aver buona memoria. It means: to have a good memory.
1:22:37 PM 
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