Among the planned, the landscaped, comes the lone volunteer. I'm gaga for iris, in particular, the bearded ones. Probably the first flower that captured my delight in the otherworldly. Speaking of imagination, the iris below contemplates its stem in water.
I'm thinking of lunch and what bulb-like food, which tuber might tempt me.
This morning during a quietly spectacular sunrise, I sketched (with words) a rather darkish valentine. For some reason I want to tell you that.
