Some Visual Poetry
From the Garden
It is bearded iris season here in the desert now, and the first blooms are just beginning to open.
I have a small collection of so-called historic irises, e.g. those raised more than thirty years ago. Most of mine are a good deal older than that.
This first iris is “Sheriffa” from 1941, but just as lovely today.
And here is “Conquistador” from 1921, introduced in 1923.
This one grows and thrives in the shade of a spreading mesquite tree—hence the foliage and branches all around it. Gardening in the desert has its own rules!
Wishing each of you a peaceful, lovely week, my friends.
How did you manage to transport those with you or did I misunderstand? They are just lovely.
Thank you so much for sharing these photos. You have golden fingers, my irises do not like the local soil /weather / whatever. The few that have survived send out one stunning blossom for one day and that's me done for the season! My roses are very kind and try to compensate, as you know. Did you know that putting used coffee grounds on the base of your rose plants is like honey to a bee? Mine love it, and our local cafe now keeps a big bin of their coffee grounds for mad gardeners like me to help themselves!