These first days of June are the days of daisies and irises here in our part of the country. The irises have suffered a bit from our rough winter. We still have loads of them around: yellow, purple, blue, white and multi-colored, but in the inner courtyard and other small gardens they just haven't come up as usual. This happened to our forsythia a few years ago and we had hardly a one in all of the bushes. Luckily they all came back the next year and by now they are their old selves now! I hope this happens to the irises!
Meanwhile, how could I not share this, surely one of Mary Oliver's most frequently quoted and most beautiful poems.
Praying
It doesn't have to be
the blue iris, it could be
weeds in a vacant lot, or a few
small stones; just
pay attention, then patch
a few words together and don't try
to make them elaborate, this isn't
a contest but the doorway
into thanks, and a silence in which
another voice may speak.
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| My favorite iris photo: one of the Benetwood out buildings. |
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