Monday, February 16, 2009


Last spring, we went to see the Iris Gardens while they were in bloom, cameras in hand. There were artists, dogs, photographers and kids looking at the amazing variety of irises.

The petals felt like velvet between her fingers, soft and thick, slightly feathered at the edges. Subtle colors painted on the feathers and bright orange in spots toward the center. But the flower held no frangrance.

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