Iris Wilcox

There wasn't going to be much time for a walk, but, because I had a bunch of errands, including grocery shopping, to run in Westerly, I figured I'd at least get to trek through Wilcox Park and see how the various gardens were progressing in the almost non-stop extension of late winter that has masqueraded as spring around here. It was sunny but ridiculously cool for late May, and, not surprisingly, there weren't crowds of people on parade. Of course, there weren't supposed to be crowds gathering anyway, whatever the weather, and what few folks were out for walks were masked and practicing proper social distancing. Onlookers or not, the gardens were beginning to come into their own, so I had plenty of reasons to stop and admire the blossoms, especially a collection of Bearded Iris, few of which ever grow in our shade paradise. If we had more sun, maybe we could be properly bearded, too.