Nothing grows more lovely than the iris

Nothing grows more lovely than the iris in its wonder.
The irises with floppy ears and long necks do go blunder.
I long to be in an iris field when the blossoms sway and banter.
I long to be in an iris field when the red dirt turns to color.
Nothing grows like an iris field and I beg you to go ponder.

Flowergardengirl’s attempt to be poetic.

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  1. Some good looking iriss there – at the moment gardening in Carolina sounds a lot better than gardening in the North of England. But I can see from your bird table that youhave had snow as well – in fact I think \I heard on the news that it was the first Carolina white Xmas for many years. Happy New Year.

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    1. We did have a white Christmas and it was magical. I very much want to visit England one day—you have gardening all wrapped up! I will be going back to this garden and make some purchases. Thelma, the keeper, is a very colorful lady is spirit and in the garden.

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  2. Roses are red,
    Violets are blue,
    I am certain Shakespeare’s
    Got nothin’ on you!

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    1. Karen–you make my heart sing.

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  3. Diana says:

    Anna, you are a poet and don’t know it! I couldn’t help myself. 😉 It is a lovely poem and now I yearn for my iris in the spring.

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  4. joey says:

    You nailed it, dear Anna! And a lovely feast for the eye on this cold winter day. I love iris and have several varieties blooming from early spring through June that give me great joy.

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    1. Oh Joey–you write poetry all the time….and I can’t reach your greatness–but I’m glad you enjoyed this little tidbit of fanciness. Love ya whole heaps.

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  5. Your attempt to write poetically is admirable.
    I hope you are not miffed but I have re written your poem simply by placing each sentence on a separate line. Now it is REAL poetry!

    Nothing grows more lovely than the iris in its wonder.
    The irises with floppy ears and long necks do go blunder.
    I long to be in an iris field when the blossoms sway and banter.
    I long to be in an iris field when the red dirt turns to color.
    Nothing grows like an iris field and I beg you to go ponder.

    Ponder I did:-
    The operative word is “field”. My attempts to grow irises in urban flower beds have been aesthetically disastrous because of the exponential growth of the iris tubers. In a city garden, they will always appear messy.

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    1. Lookie—I came over here thinking no one is reading this pitifulness and you’ve made me proud Allan. I can’t believe I wrote it when you put it like that. yea–thank you. I love it. I made that little jingle up and was singing it while writing a post about this garden. It grows not far from where I live. I so often sing my words while preparing them cause they are prettier.

      I’m glad you pondered and shared your experience. This is a big field and Thelma is the farmer. She wears colorful clothes and sits upon a bucket scooting it along tending the rows. She’s a distant cousin as is every other house in three counties. She use to be a cookie maker but she traded her spatula for a shovel. She used to prepare a feast of cookies now she prepares a feast for the eyes.

      big hugs Allan–thank you

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  6. Donna says:

    your attempt was beautiful!!! keep going

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    1. Donna honey that is all there is for a long while. This is the first I’ve done in 53 years so you might be waiting awhile. Thank you 😉

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  7. Linda says:

    Amazing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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    1. Oh I hadn’t seen you in forever–and what a delight it is—I can’t believe you said amazing–that made my heart sing–thank you.. Miss ya.

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