It’s been cold the last couple of mornings. The sweatpants are back and for those morning walks with Guinevere, I’ve even reverted to adding a sweatshirt to my sweatpants/t-shirt ensemble. And socks – quelle sacrilege! It’s almost like we need a word for this transition season… not quite summer yet, although it should be. Maybe “sprummer”?
Anyway, even if it’s cold, the walks are glorious because my favorite flower is starting to bloom, not just in my yard but all over the neighborhood – the irises have arrived! I’m not sure why the iris is my favorite. My mom wasn’t an iris fan, but I do remember going to the Missouri Botanical Garden growing up and seeing bed after bed of glorious blooms. In my yard I have pretty much every color, including an orange variety called “orange crush”, although not all the colors have bloomed yet.
This morning looking at a garden full of pale yellow beauties in a yard around the corner, it made me think of a pretty haiku I found a few years ago by a Japanese woman who lived in the 17th century:
Waking from my dream:
what a color
were the iris flowers
Do you have a favorite flower? Or a favorite haiku about a flower?