Little Much Iris

Leaving the Iris

| Flower Roberts

I have visited the iris this morning. The show will continue for several more weeks. I will not be here to stake and deadhead. They will survive.


Persian Berry
Shipshape
Immortality
Thunder Echo
Banana Frappè
Little Much
Night Affair (smells like grapes)

When I return in May the double peonies will need staking. They cannot hold up their heavy heads in the rain. They will survive.

Duchess de Nemours double peony

I will be helping plan my mother’s memorial service this week. It will be beautiful. My sister will make sure of that. We will survive.


No…better.  We will thrive,  because we have been loved and tended to by the best parents on the planet. Watch and see!

FLOW

My Morning Walk

| Flower Roberts

I told my family I was going down to check on my plants downstairs and in the bunny yard. Mr. Flower said, “Take a stick.” Now how am I supposed to get anything done with a stick?

My walking stick

I chose a shovel instead. I am so relieved that my treasures survived last year’s neglect. I will post my best photos with names below.

Pink Columbine
White Columbine and bracken fern
Little Much bearded iris
Ground Orchid
Flame azalea Gibralter
Spanish bluebells

The big news is I made it halfway down the hill to my favorite spot. Here the wind turns up the hill and has a lift to it. I have spent a lot of time under these oaks sitting on this hill watching the water. I used to haul my heavy bookbag down here and grade papers on Saturdays. I sit on this bench to pray or cry or talk to the sky.

My favorite spot

I needed to be down here today. So much is changing in my life and family. I feel a bit unmoored. It is soothing to sit where I have always sat these 35+ years to mull over the next part of my journey.

Lily of the Valley

I am thankful to my hip and shovel for making this nostalgic little trip possible. Now, if I can just get back up to the house!

FLOW on the move

Little Much Rescued

| Flower Roberts

I thought I had lost this lovely, bearded iris, Little Much. It was in with some bullies and could not thrive enough to bloom. When the group was divided, Little Much had room to bloom and reappeared.

I love this delicate flower with a bit of shimmering glow.

It has its own tier in the plant nursery. It will stay there until it needs dividing.

Some plants are worth the pampering. ‘Little Much’ is one of those.

FLOWER

‘Little Much’ Shows Up

| Flower Roberts

I was very excited to find ‘Little Much’ amongst the ‘Persian Berry’ patch this afternoon.

I try to separate out the slow-growers.

I thought I had lost this lovely lilac and white bearded iris.

What a nice discovery on an otherwise strange day.

I hope it is a sign not to lose hope.

I am struggling with my other blog and book.

I want to drop it all until the fall.

I am the FLOWER after all!

Flow movin’ slow.

If Iris were Dresses

| Flower Roberts

If Iris were dresses, I’d have quite a wardrobe.

There would never be worries about what to wear.

I’d wear Persian Berry to the ballet

and dream that I too am leaping and twirling.

Easter Sunday would call for the bright, sunny yellow of Banana Frappe’.

For a run south of the border, I’d don Thunder Echo

and dance the Tango and Rumba in practical shoes with ruby buckles.

A skyscraper evening with sparkling drinks would require Immortality with diamonds.

For a night on the town, I would slip on Little Much, full of ruffles and sparkles.

For a trip to the seashore the attire would be Shipshape,

with matching blue flip flops and a straw bag and hat.

An evening at the symphony deserves an attire of Night Affair with amethyst earrings.

But since iris are just flowers and I just the gardener,

I’ll slip on my apron with tools in its pocket and dream in my garden,

My garden of dreams.

FLOWER