Of the four irises we picked out on our visit to the farm almost two years ago to the day, the tawny gold one bloomed last Thursday afternoon. She waited through a year in a planter on a too-shady apartment balcony and a long fall and winter in the ground at our new house. Finally, finally. Welcome to the world, pretty one.
(Yes, before we started fostering kitties, we named our plants.)
I'm so glad we didn't miss this moment. We'd planned a last-minute weekend trip down to Portland to see the same friends we were visiting when we went to the iris farm in 2008, and I had a feeling this iris would bloom while we were away. And then once it did open, I wasn't sure I'd get a decent picture because the weather was uncooperative -- up through last Friday afternoon, it rained pretty steadily. But just after I loaded up the car, the showers slowed and some sun sneaked through. So I slipped to the front of the house and snapped some quick shots.
A lucky interval, those five minutes. I'll take them.
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