There is something about the iris.
When I got here, I inherited a fenced garden (the only way to have a garden around here, because of the abundant deer and goats that forage freely in the neighbourhood — more about that in an upcoming post)… with three flourishing groups of irises.
I am not sure that I love them, but I still find them fascinating. When you look at an iris bloom up close, there is something almost menacing about the way the flower is put together… To me, it resembles some insect mandible…
When I looked at the photo on my computer screen, I was shocked, shocked, at its hairy back! Honey, you need to shave your back!
Then the butterfly was joined by a bee, and cleaning out pollen became a collaborative effort.
Now, gotta get out and set up a bean trellis, on a tipi of cedar poles. That should be fun!
And I spend a lot of time in the garden on dry days (and those are getting rare), expanding the flower beds, moving manure and mulch into position, planting bulbs, moving plants. Tired, but a good kind of tired!
