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, Mystique 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
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, 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
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