I’d forgotten this clump of white iris, but there they were once I’d cleared the winter weeds.
Just on the edge of garden these nutmeg scented purple and white iris burst into bloom. “Hey it’s spring! Look at us.” I think that’s what they said, but they speak Iris, so I could be wrong.
Euphorbia! They prefer to be green and greener and they grow where it suits them best. Plants seem to have a true sense of self. They know what they are and how they want to do things. They’re much smarter than some people I know. They’re definitely smarter than I am.
Now here’s a guy who has an issue with territory. Take a look at this greedy little tyrant. He’d be a great character in a story–sort of a winged Napoleon.
Be sure to visit In the Throes of Thursday when I start the series on what I’ve learned since I started writing. I’m starting with characterization. CU Thursday! Meantime . . . back to WRITING. I have 1,000 words to put into some meaningful order by next Sunday. Awk!