I visited my friend, Joyce, last week. She lives in a senior's mobile home park. The park is about 20 years old. Many of the residents planted iris over the years. I found these at the house next door to my friend's house. After digging them up, I placed them in a plastic bag for the trip home. There was only one bloom on the plants and quite a few unopened buds.

I watched the one flower fade over the next few days, the buds withering away.

Flash forward to early this morning, a week later, when i stumbled toward the kitchen to start my morning brew. This flower greeted me, a bud when I first dug it out of the ground to transport it to its new home.

This is why i adore iris.