When Harry Truman wanted a snort no matter what the time he is supposed to have said “well, the sun must be over the yardarm somewhere.” Well, it’s Friday somewhere.
We’ve watched the spiky iris foliage get taller and taller since early April. And crossed our fingers as we watched the bud stalks get taller and taller. And finally, finally the buds started to open. You could literally see the blooms open in the sun as the day passed.
Don’t blink, you will literally miss the party. The top blossom on this stalk is already wilting and I took the shot two days ago.
Perhaps a perfect reminder to enjoy the moment when you’re in it. It may not last very long and it could be a whole year before you can try to recapture it. Ah, but while you’re there. Colors that no artist can match no matter how hard they try. Pure magic.