Iris

Years and years and years ago a woman we know grew bored of the masses and masses of irises she owned and decided to dig them up. We asked if we could have some and she was very happy to let us have them by the bucket-load. She had both mauve and white she told us and had sent a random mixture of the two in our direction. The following Spring it became apparent that we had about 399 white and one mauve. This is it. When the whites flower I might show you, or I might be too bored.

For the benefit of my sister this is orange bicycle Thursday