If the sun isn’t going to shine, we still have the irises, the evening primroses, and a goldfinch fresh from his bath: a trifecta of yellow.
iris
5/30/2016
At the woods’ edge, three yellow hats: iris gone feral. A hummingbird rockets back and forth through the lilac, showing off for a female.
6/1/2013
The chickadee flies in with food and flies out with a fecal sac. In the meadow, yellow iris like a tour group in a crowd of dame’s-rocket.
5/13/2012
The first purple irises are opening along the rock wall, their three petals descending like the landing gear on spaceships.
5/24/2011
The first irises have opened in the night, some with red and yellow tongues, some with violet, sampling the morning air.
5/12/2010
Two grackles appear at the woods’ edge, iridescent black against the brightest green of the year. In the garden, the first yellow iris.
6/9/2009
5/29/2009
5/22/2009
5/27/2008
Warm, humid, and overcast. In the side garden, the first twelve yellow irises opened in the night. Small flies walk all over my legs.