The iris in my garden are blooming,
in many colors.
All are fragrant, the orange like a child's creamsicle,
and the others like so many scrumptious flavors of cake.
The air in the garden is heady and wild.
It is nearly impossible to walk past
without slowing your pace,
then leaning down to take a long, deep, breath.
The garden is alive with busy pollinators,
knee deep in pollen.
The honeybees especially appreciate
the purples and blues of chive blossoms
and the plentiful catmint.
the wild blackberry bramble has burst into bloom,
and tiny white bouquets are scattered throughout the woods.
Wherever you are, whatever the weather, I wish you joy.
If you have a moment, please go visit Steve Out on the Prairie
to see all the pretty things that he found on his stroll!