Saturday, June 14, 2014

Iris Love

It's no secret that I love, love, love irises. I'd have an entire garden of them if they weren't so darned seasonal. Better to invest real estate in roses and others that provide more long-term bloom.

Still, who can resist this:

 and this:

 and these:

 but most of all, this:

 Iris are glorious, blowsy, sensual and ever-so-slightly naughty.

The mostly cool, wet weather has turned our spot in the world into a green oasis. The lilacs are getting enormous, shown here just past their peak bloom:

And just so you know it's not all gardening all the time, I'll tell you that The Husband and I were living one of the ultimate Canadian stereotypes last night:
                               sitting in a small town bar drinking beer, eating poutine while 
                               watching the Stanley Cup playoffs on the big screen TV. 

And in case you didn't know, the LA Kings won.

And last Sunday we went a nice local ride on the motorcycles that included Campbell Creek Road (follow the 'street view' from Barnhartvale Road to Hwy 5A) that was lovely, excepting the 5km or so of dirt and potholes (on a sport bike, no less) that made me cranky.

Never mind, we had ice cream at  the Silver Valley Store.

Life is good.

1 comment:

  1. The 'blousiest' Iris I have is a huge all white job, but they last just days.