I love this iris because it blooms again in the fall after blooming in the spring.

I would have named it ‘Second Wind Iris’ but that is less poetic, although more accurate.

I do not crave immortality, but I would like a second wind in my sixties. I am too old to be me!

I have too much left to do to be huffing and puffing and stumbling up and down the hills. The next life doesn’t concern me. I am trying to get through this one.

I must admit the sight of this iris blooming causes a pause. I admire its glowing white blooms reflecting the sunlight. I appreciate its blooming when most plants are shutting down in the cooler weather.

It does make me think about a continuation of life. It also reminds me that life has its own schedule.

I do not know where I am trying to go with this. I guess I am at a cross-roads in my own life. Hoping to bloom one more time before going dormant.

Maybe, deep down I feel like I haven’t bloomed yet and I am hoping for another chance.

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