A few watchtower irises have just arrived but already encountered sustained seasonal storms. Their stalks have not bowed. Their falls are unencumbered, fluttering freely. They contain storms’ residue into discrete pearls which gather on saffron signals atop their purple petals. Through different angles they glitter and refract the riot around them when the sun comes out again.
It is no mystery which one reminds me of my husband, whose Mother’s Day gift to me this year is the seasons’ subtle rhythms.
I clearly was the daffodil for quite some time, but I think I’m making some progress through the tulip stage, perhaps someday to be in companionable peace among my fellow post-storm wanderers.
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10 thoughts on “Liquid Courage”
Progress is good Steph! This is lovely.
But sometimes it’s more of a “spring forward, fall back down…..”
Lovely photographs as always Stephanie.
I am almost ready to graduate to a real camera, I think/hope. Thank you.
You’ve always been an iris. The last image is my favorite.
Thank you! I aspire to be one of those blue Scottish irises, but understand that will take a long time and a lot of work on my part 🙂
Thanks for the beautiful words and photos today, Stephanie. Wilting Tulips remind me of cracking hard-boiled eggs. Some petals come off like large chunks of shells and others in pieces.
Tulips have extraordinary personality…..I love the shell comparison (you can almost hear it crackle–a multi-sense simile)
Your writing always amazes me…..I never want it to end. Maybe a book someday?
Katharine! Thank you….are you still in your place? I think I may have moved close by! Still at the same email address (I can’t seem to find yours) & I’d love to catch up.