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
Monday May 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.
Saturday June 01, 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.
Sunday May 13, 2012
The first purple irises are opening along the rock wall, their three petals descending like the landing gear on spaceships.
Tuesday May 24, 2011
The first irises have opened in the night, some with red and yellow tongues, some with violet, sampling the morning air.
Wednesday May 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.
Tuesday June 09, 2009
Friday May 29, 2009
Friday May 22, 2009
Tuesday May 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.