House in Hope in Spring

I always hate to leave when the rhododendrun is in full bloom. We have tons of irises I brought from the old house in Hainsburgh. (Yes we just moved a little down the alphabet!) Unfortunately only the yellow ones seem to survive with a very few purple ones. The gorgeous scarlet ones were probably too delicious for the chipmunks and ground hogs to resist. The vase is an antique my father gave me belonging to an old man, John Zerkelese, who worked in his shop many years ago.