I inherited iris rhizomes from my dad's garden, but they were all a brownish/claret and a deep purple/black color. Lovely in their own way, but I have been yearning for a little more color. So last fall I took the plunge and planted a few more iris and I'm loving the results! Yellow, lilac, and these gorgeous blues. They remind me of a swirly blue iris that my dad loved, flirtatiously named Gigi. I haven't been able to locate Gigi but I think these are make a beautiful substitute!
I'm sad I'll miss the peak blooming time of my new iris plants, but hopefully the pink iris will hold back until I return next weekend. Fortunately one of my peony bushes bloomed earlier than the rest, as I would have been sad to miss their heavenly scent!
Oh how I love this time of year! And speaking of time, it's running short....time to finish packing for my (gasp) 5:40 am flight! I'll be back next week and in the meantime, I hope you find ever new ways to be astonished by life!
I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by;
And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking.
I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull’s way and the whale’s way where the wind’s like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.