10:22 a.m. Iris season is almost over, I guess, but man was it a good one. Purple, yellow, blue, white. I saw them all. The flowers look too big to stand up on the stalks. Almost like they float.

10:47 a.m. Took a break to chat with some nice people who stopped in. Let’s see if we can write a sonnet about irises.

Iris season is nearly over
filled with blooms vibrant in color
yellow, blue, purple amidst the clover
without them, our days may be duller.

fat purple blossoms made me laugh
yellow buds always brightened my day
wispy white whirl atop green staff
whimsical but now about to go away.

An empire falls in my garden
the beauty of spring is laid low
summer's approach begs no pardon
it's all just a part of the flow.

so enjoy the iris only within reason
they'll be gone with the change of season.

11:00 a.m. That took a few. Let’s do a quick cleanup.

Fall of the Iris
by Michelle Garren-Flye

Iris season is nearly over;
'twas filled with blooms vibrant in color:
yellow, blue, purple amidst the clover.
Without them, our days may be duller.

Fat purple blossoms made me laugh;
yellow buds always brightened my day.
Wispy white whirl atop green staff—
whimsical but now fading away.

An empire falls in my garden.
The beauty of spring is laid low.
Summer's approach begs no pardon;
it's all about going with the flow.

So enjoy the iris only within reason;
they'll be gone with the change of season.

11:05 a.m. Hope you enjoyed it!