Shipshape 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

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