Lovely, frogprince. Do you know what species and/or variety they are? I'm guessing a reticulated iris of some sort?

Haven't been posting, and only checking in about once a week to catch up, but still always here. Those of you who are Facebook 'friends' are aware that my sister, Annie, has been here and very busy building another shed and doing home repairs/renovations for me from her deep well of generosity with her time, talents and heart while I come home, see private clients after hours, then collapse in a heap of mental exhaustion. And feeling guilt generated from my own psyche that I don't have the energy and motivation she has.

Hope you are already recovering from the 2nd procedure, Frug.

Invisioning Jane's bench, Nigel.

This landlubber sometimes dreams of the wonderful sea chanties Mudcatters have introduced me to, starting with Barry Finn, who I miss so dearly.

Irises from an old, small family cemetery up on a low ridge in eastern Kentucky are blooming in my yard now. Was a special trip at the time, made even more special by the memories of how much delight Daddy took in it. He determinedly climbed up low ridges through pastures and rough tracks that only a jeep or tractor could have climbed with his cane that could be converted to a little tripod seat to rest the back and knees just before they completely gave out, then climbed again to walk among the gravestones of our ancestors and listen to family stories told by his 2nd cousin who he had not seen since a young boy, and who still lived where his family had lived since just after the Revolutionary War.

A little song for all of us. Why Worry Now