Visiting greenhouses in the spring became something of an addiction. I could’t resist new flowers lining shelf after shelf and spent far too much money. So, a few years ago I decided to go cold turkey – the AA method for gardeners. Then, one day, we were coming back from a friend’s lake and Peter wanted us to stop at a greenhouse. It was hard but I resisted all purchases until we got to the cashier. There, right by the counter was a cadmium yellow iris. It was too much for an addict. I bought it! Here it is blooming happily in my garden.
The powerful winds that are fanning disastrous forest fires in Fort McMurray can be felt in Edmonton. As everyone else in the city, I can’t stop thinking about all the people who have been displaced. Images of monstrous flames come to mind every time I feel a sharp breeze. But the only effect these horrible winds had on my garden is that in one day they blew all petals off the crab apple tree. Now the garden is covered with pink snow. Nature is so cruel and so gentle.
For some reason I have always loved the runts of the litter. As a child my parents got me a puppy. As soon as the owner said that one puppy was rejected by the mother that was the one I unequivocally picked. It’s like that with flowers as well. This spectacularly blue dwarf iris came from a church garage sale down the street. It was sitting in a small pot with maybe one or two leaves on it. Nobody wanted to buy it. Ten years later it lights up my garden with the most unusual colour of blue-purple in the spring. It never has a chance to spread as friends always want it. I keep digging out whatever patches grow.