The daffodils have set seed now in the garden. The tulips as well. Purple balls of alliums stick up above the drying early flowers, the bees happily help with pollination. And the iris. The fickle flowers, lovely with their bib-like lapels, their colored beards, and uplifting petals. I do not believe the flower lasts much more than a day.
You just have to love the iris. It's tuber sits close to the surface of the ground it is planted upon. Hard clay, rocky assortment, loose loam - it does not seem to care. It's tough tuber makes it through our hard winters with days and days of below-zero temperatures. It tolerates a quick transplant from a gardener with too many things to do, too little time, and limited care on the outcome. Iris continues to show me how tough a plant it is.
Today, I looked out my window at the office and saw this yellow beauty. Making a note; I will move this iris to a more secure place come fall!!
We have a week of above normal temperatures in Wyoming. The crepe paper orange poppies are about to burst forth out of their spiny round containers. I love how this flower pops out, opening in its crinkled manner, leave fragile, purple pollen resplendent. The bees come willingly as the petals fall, the pollen dries, and the woody fanciful seed pod stands proud and tall in the garden, fancying a baby's toy shaker, filled with seeds to trickle out of the clever holes the flower has left in the pod. My my. Nature is a miracle maker!!
Take a minute. Pause. Notice the wonder of this blooming place around us.
PS Dear Friend Joe L: I know you will read this, Oh Faithful Blog Follower!! I regret we have not caught up with each other. Hope you are well and staying cool for this hot, crazy summer!
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