This little gal hasn't "visited" the garden for a few years. Yes, years. But this spring she decided to make an appearance. Of coarse, I don't have the original tag. So I have no clue what type of Iris or family of Iris' she hails from. But she smells like grapes.
This isn't our typical spring. Here in the foothills, we are warned not to plant any summer crops (tomatoes, peppers, etc.) until after Mother's Day, due to frost. But this year we are experiencing 80 degree weather, which feels more like Napa Valley than the Sierra's! I am usually still wearing my raincoat & Uggs and day-dreaming of digging around the garden & growing new vegetables. But this year, I am in shorts, flip-flops, enjoying tropical cocktails on the deck, while grilling the evening's dinner. All the while, smelling the citrus blossoms, listening to the birds call each other and watching my grape plants set record amount of fruit.
I feel blessed that Mother Nature has brought her "A" game and in the spirit of Kentucky Derby, "I'll Have Another"!
