The semester is galumphing to a close, and the flowers are coming on strong:
Doesn’t this iris look as if it just staggered out of a bar? [I leave it to your imagination what kind of bar, but I will say that this iris’s standards were a bit more perky after some light rain.]
And then we’ve got Ms. Peachy over here: [oh heavens — are we in for torrid iris romance? Or perhaps I’ve just watched a few too many waltzes recently. It’s sad when the only thing the local PBS can offer on a Sunday afternoon are Lawrence Welk reruns].
And finally, some cats-eye [a variety of creeping veronica, really] from my grandmother’s mountain-top garden:
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