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Iris, iris, and more iris.
Happy sigh.
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Friday, June 05, 2009
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2 comments:
I can smell 'em.
Some of 'em don't smell, but the ones that do are sweet!
I didn't actually photograph the ones with the most of that lovely grapey smell. They were smaller, and all one shade of light-ish purple.
They do smell wonderful. I had a bunch in the yard at my first house....
Once upon a time, when I was a student at the Potter's Guild, I was there in the afternoon, throwing pots. One of the members of the guild had brought in a big bouquet of iris from her garden, and the whole place smelled wonderful.
That was such a nice afternoon ... the sun coming through the west windows, sitting companionably with the other women, talking the clay into becoming vessels......
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