Always special

especially considering this iris bloomed yesterday.  Fragile strength -- something to emulate on a special day.  

Today's adventure began as a dream

 of an iris sailing to a new land.  There you have it.  

Tutus

Now is the time for nature’s ruffled tutus. The name bearded is a bit inappropriate, don’t you think?

December is the time for gloves.

What looks to me like a glove, transforms into a bearded iris.  December, no less.  I'm thinking of petals as flower-gloves.

Ruffles

Bearded iris were among the first flowers I loved as a child.  I waited for them each Spring.  Magic.

I still think dirt & sun & rain & birds & wind & chance are magical dining partners.

Imagine a bowl of ruffled iris.  Who to invite?

And the words which form conversations.
And the words which form poems.
Some ruffled.  Some plain.  Magic!

Magic is rooted & plated.  Magic abounds.