Along the south side of the house hide the irises no one ever sees. I didn't plant them -- who know's who did? I guess these are bearded Red Orchid's lying on the ground, exhausted after the storms. I'm not sure what to do with such tired souls Cut them? Pray they perk up? One only gets a few natural moments with such queen perennials before they go. Still, they're kind enough to return: maybe 2025 they'll arrive during a less turbulent patch of days. I remember a few good seasons catching sight of claches of bearded Blowtorches and creped Queen Anne's bowing in a roadway breeze. It's hard not to brake, turn back, when one spies a party so refined. "I'll come back! I'll remember!" but their blooms drop before a birdswing blink to make way for time, seasons, and such hollyhock travails.
It’s April 28th. Every year I sort of forget about the irises and daylilies planted along the sides of the house, until I accidentally see them. Whoever planted them had really nice taste. I try hard every year to remember them, but it’s hard to remember something you’ve forgotten.
The state of my corneal abrasion is improving … I can see better out of my right eye now (not completely). Thankfully, the pain is gone. The weekend has been stormy and very tiresome. You never quite realize how much you do with your eyes!
Here’s another view of the iris/es beside my house.
Thank you for all the well wishes.
Love these lines: "I'm not sure what to do
with such tired souls
Cut them?"
Glad your corneal abrasion is improving!