Dwarf Irises

Do you see them? Peeping out of the cold ground are the first blooms in my garden.


I saw them early last week and wondered what little blue piece of trash had landed under my tree (sometimes I forget where I put things in the garden... yet another reason to keep a garden journal). Walking out to angrily snatch up the offending trash, I caught my breath and giggled with excitement.

They were short and lovely, opening their happy faces to the cold late winter sunshine, laughing that they are not afraid of a March snow.

Their yellow tongues sticking out at me, daring me to lie on my belly on the chilly damp grass to try to get a photo, pointing out to me once I was there that the daffodils and tulips are also starting to show their heads.

I always feel that irises are laughing, joyful little flowers. With so many small petals to catch the sun and toss it around, they play with the light and quiver as if giggling in the wind. These (according to my scrawling notes last fall) are iris christata, the first blooms in my garden.