golden landing pads

golden landing pads

beckon bumblebee to

blossom's inner sanctum

The drought last year killed so many things. My Japanese iris did not thrust a single blade above the parched ground. I was afraid even the roots had died. But this spring, with all the rain, the slender green swords appeared, then a few tightly furled buds. 
          This morning, I discover the first purple blossom, almost completely open, flashing white stripes and golden flares. Quickly I grab my camera. While the iris poses for her portrait, a bumblebee lands on one of the yellow landing pads and ducks into the nectar repository. Click! Bee and blossom are forever united in the virtual world of digital photography. 
          I am always amazed and delighted when I happen to be in the right place at the right time to witness the life that flows all around us all the time.

magenta hana

magenta hana

shobu unfurl butterfly

petals, golden stars,

their bright enchanting colors 

cheer me up on these gray days

Both my mother and my younger sister are named Iris. No matter where we lived, our garden was always filled with Bearded Irises, with their delicious fragrance and rainbow colors. Whenever we moved, my mother would dig up the rhizomes and replant them at our new home. My father taught us that Iris means rainbow, and that in Greek mythology Iris is the messenger of the gods, the link between the gods and humanity. When we lived in St. Louis, my mother often took us downtown to Shaw's Garden, with its geodesic Climatron full of tropical plants, herb gardens, cactus gardens and a beautiful Japanese garden, complete with purple Japanese Iris growing in the water. Now I have my own garden and every year I add more Iris: a rainbow of German Iris with fuzzy beards, delicate purple and yellow Siberian Iris, Dutch Iris with tiny wings on the lower sepals, and Japanese Iris, sometimes called Butterfly Iris because of their beautiful wide, flat petals. Japanese Iris have been cultivated in Japan for over 500 years, and were once only enjoyed by royalty. Nowadays they are enjoyed by everyone in Japan in late spring during Hana-shobu Matsuri, Iris Festival. My magenta and purple Hana-shobu really love all the rain, and I love seeing their cheerful faces by the front gate.