Dwarf iris, Home

It's still cold to start the day, but it's definitely warming up in the afternoon, and though a combination of still fierce winds and a mountain of writing kept the naturalist and photographer confined to inside quarters, I did manage to get outside long enough to examine the newly melted sections of the flower gardens. The few crocuses that are now visible look woeful and bedraggled, and I can only hope that the hellebores, when they emerge from their snow covering, will have escaped frostbite. Clearly the dwarf iris, the first of which popped out of the white and almost immediately began putting on a flower show, were not bothered by the Stellarian insult. The vernal equinox is their signal that it's time to bloom, and as soon as they had access to fresh air and sunshine, they wasted no time getting the Iris show on the road.