Spring is in the air.
The annual last two weeks of April deluge has dumped significant rain, and wind, and damage on the South.
My house is solid, my car is undamaged by hail, and my flowers are soggy, but they are still gorgeous and lift my spirits morning and night. The new blooms blow me away, as I relearn and remember what is planted.
From delicate periwinkles, to bold burgundies, to white and striped purple, to golden yellow, the irises in my yard make me smile, and that's good enough for me.
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