Words and pictures from the author of the Elizabeth Goodweather Appalachian Mysteries and the forthcoming And the Crows Took Their Eyes . . .
Diamond drops dangle --
Morning's fleeting jewelry,
Trembling on each leaf.
Atop deep purple velvet --
As usual, I am blown away with your photos Vicki. They're quite refreshing on such an overcast, breezy and cool day over here ... yee gads, it feels like fall!!!
Ah, the magic of the close up camera! Those little beads along the rose leaves caught my eye as I was going down to feed the calf this morning and I was delighted that they came out so well.The close up thing has me feeling like a stoned old hippie. Remember the Doonesbury cartoon where Zonker is saying--"Have you ever looked at your hand? I mean, really looked at your hand?"
I believe I have the same black iris in my garden. It was one of the first ones I found at a plant swap when I moved back to IL. Superstition, and oldie and a goodie. Smells like grape juice. Your seasons are a few weeks ahead of ours. The iris are just beginning to bud now in this area.
I had to go give my iris a sniff. I hadn't known it had a scent. It does, though I wouldn't describe it as grape juice, more like a less intense magnolia maybe. Very nice, indeed, but I can't quite pin it down. I'll check it again tomorrow when it and I are fresher.
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