There are so many types of flowers that I love, but iris is my
favorite, although they perplex me. Are
they purple or blue?
When I came home from the hospital in the fall, Peter
kept the house for a time with beautiful flowers. By the time he was no longer available, Elsa
was busy with all sorts of plans for Christmas decorations.
Recently, she picked up Peter's floral baton and is
keeping the house well stocked with spring flowers. The dining room table feels like spring, with
tete-a-tete daffodils, crocus, a bouquet of delicate yellow flowers (neither of
us know what they are called, but they look like sunshine) and a smashing
bouquet of sunflowers/carnations/daisies from Brenda & Louise.
Crocuses were the first potted flowers Elsa surprised me
with, last Saturday. It was hard to
believe they would flower, the shoots looked so slender and delicate. Then she came into my room on Tuesday morning
before leaving for work, a big cheeky grin on her face and something behind her
back - the first blooms. In all my years
of gardening, I do not remember ever noticing before how dramatic the
yellow-orange stamen is against the purple flower. My fingers are crossed that I will be able to
see Louise Doering Stevens' crocuses (or is it crocii?), which blanket her
front lawn.
A bouquet of iris is on the coffee table, where I can
look at them all day. When Elsa first
brought them home on Saturday, there was just the slightest suggestion that there
might some day be blooms. I actually
gasped when I sat down for Sunday breakfast and saw the first of them
unfurling. So regal. Now, they are all
out and thrill me whenever I look at them.
Love to all - M/G/N/AK/K
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