As the weather has warmed up, lanky green leaves started to appear in the iris garden. Then it was flower stalks, tantalizing with the promise of blooms to come. The past two weeks it’s been warm enough that the flowers have put forth their glory. Aren’t they gorgeous?
The irises are courtesy of Grandmeow and my good friend E. Irises apparently grow like weeds here, requiring very little care. These blooms aren’t even hooked up to the drip line. They just get whatever water falls from the sky. That makes them perfect for me, as I have a black thumb when it comes to growing things.
The single windows in the background are my office. When it’s a particularly trying day, I look out an am reminded that no matter how difficult work is, there is beauty in the world.
I suppose it took them a while to decide if they wanted to stay where they were. No doubt because I moved these irises twice before they found their permanent homes amidst the rocks.
The view from my office. It certainly brightens things up when I’ve had a tough day.
Yellow, white, blue-purple, red-purple and butterscotch. Last year I only had 2 purple blooms. Do you think those were the advance scouts, checking to see if the coast was clear? I am so glad that this year, everyone decided to join the display.
Alas, the heat has arrived, and the blooms are now gone. Summer is here!
Thankfully, even when the temperature is high, it drops after dark and we are able to open the windows to cool the house down. Doing this means the air conditioning only comes on in the afternoon and evening.
The irises survived being transplanted from there to here, and have taken hold. I am so happy! Even though there were bright green leaves, I wasn’t sure there would be any flowers. The bit of rain we’ve had recently, coupled with my sporadic (and mostly forgetful) watering seems to have done the trick.
Some of these are reblooming irises courtesy of Grandmeow, while the bulk of them came from my good friend over the hill in California. We both have the same plants, so have decided to call it the S and E celebratory iris garden. They bring the warm fuzzies to my heart.