Flowers, Flowers and More Flowers
Autumn is the quilt of colors sewn together as the leaves fall.
Winter is a wonderland of white.
Summer simmers in greens and blues then flares into the fire of a sunset.
But Spring is flowers.
My favorite are unashamedly iris. They don't last long. But when they bloom you know Winter is over and Spring is here.
First I get a splattering of the most common variety, but there are so many of them at once they become unique simply by their volume of color.
After the first flood of deep blue iris have come and gone, the different varieties begin to bloom. They don't last very long either, but they are staggered in their arrival. In a good year, I'll have a display of different colors for weeks.
A rose by any other name would smell as sweet.
I have red, pink, orange and yellow, but I think the white ones are the prettiest in their simplicity.
When the hydrangeas bloom you know Summer is only a sunrise or two away. Spring may be gone for another year along with the azaleas, but the blues and pinks of the "snowball" shrub help make the farewell easier to accept. And there's always the August crepe myrtles to look forward to.
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