About 100 years ago, our immigrant grandmother, Rebecca Heide Rolfsrud, planted these iris on her homestead in western North Dakota. Nourished by chicken and pig manure and given encouragement in Norwegian, they have survived the Great Depression and a couple of World Wars. 
Now planted across the country, it is unknown how many of Rebecca's descendants enjoy these gifts about this time every year.
The latest transplanting, we believe, is in Blaine, Minnesota, where granddaughter Linda Rolfsrud Letnes is trimming out her new abode. The example shown above grows in Shakopee and, owing to a late spring, is still in full bloom for Father's Day, an unusual but welcome occurrence. (Click to see full detail.)
Thank you, to the Grandma we never knew.
