Old-Fashion Iris

I think this one came from a New England garden, my mother’s or my aunt’s. It smells like a flower from long long ago, just a hint as you pass by, and a full-on flashback when you get closer. I wander the garden at least twice a day to see what has just blossomed; there really is something new that often. The nights are still too cold to be able to set out any vegetables, but I’m so happy with the flowers. All that color.

I did an hour or two of weeding, found a gopher mound under the thick oxalis, cleared part of a path. It’s just so lovely to be in the sun and the dirt. Until it gets too hot, or I get hungry.