This morning I walked around the garden for the first time since my surgery two weeks ago. It was a really cold night last night with the temperatures down in the low 20s, but today the sun is shining as brightly as ever. I just knew the freeze would have left its mark and it had. Daffodils can only spring back so many times. They lie bruised and forlorn as does the one single flowering California poppy. I was thrilled to see it was a white one but alas its bud was never to open. The gopher plant may not produce any seedlings this year because it has been too cold for the bees to visit and this morning the yellow bracts are past their prime. But then I went down into the sunken garden and was greeted by these dwarf iris, Iris reticulata.
They have been in this spot for years and I think this is the best blooming. It could be that last summer being so dry suited the formation of the bulbs. Don't I wish now that I had planted clumps all around the garden? There is little sign that any of the larger bearded iris are producing buds which is probably a good thing. Once the warmer weather comes they will soon catch up.
Wednesday Vignette, circles
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