The last bloom left on the last iris of the season. Not much of a gardener (and learned the hard way) but I need to have irises. I love most of all the slender speary Japanese ones. And the Red Hawks. This one already a bit faded after two days out, but a flare of quinacridone gold nonetheless--my favorite color. (Not least because it is many many colors, each more beautiful than the last--see swatch).
Write or die. That's the sword I'm holding over my head tonight. It's small, but enough to save my life.
