Although it’s a little late for snow in Seattle, I have to admit that I was not-so-secretly wishing we’d get some—mostly because I knew my purple reticulated irises would pop against the white instead of being lost against the dark mulch. However, had I thought my wishing through a little more thoroughly, I would’ve remembered the basic laws of physics that state: wet snow is heavy and crushes fragile irises.
Also, while we’re talking the science of irises, I planted one of those big economical mixed-color bags, but so far they’re blooming in rotation by color (first yellow, now purple, next blue) so they’re not very mixed at all—kind of like those holiday bulb baskets that are shown in full bulging bloom in the catalog but open one piddly bulb at a time when I send them to Grandma.
It’s also a little uncanny to see how evenly I distributed the various colors of irises throughout the flowerbed as I randomly grabbed them from the bag. In fact, it’s downright freaky. Sure, I’m a little compulsive; but randomly compulsive? It will be interesting to see if the mixed crocus are as evenly color distributed as the irises. But I’m beginning to suspect that I planted the crocus too deep and they bloomed underground a month ago.
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