BIris poem written by my daughter: (of Billie Springer)
For the Love of Iris by Judy Tapio
We till, we plant, we fertilize.
We lime, we weed, we fungicide.
We ward off bugs and voles and more.
We order our kids to play next door.
We lose some tags and break some stalks.
We cry when we find signs of rot.
We pray through rain, through wind, through hail.
We wait, we beg, we must prevail.
When finally we see those blooms.
Our hearts will leap, we act like loons!
Some blooms delight, while others amaze.
Many we find have got the wrong names!
Once they're through, we search for more.
We pick new ones to come to our door!
We've got it bad, we're hooked of course,
But there are habits that are so much worse!
Some tell us that iris grow easily,
But we know so much differently.
A few days of beauty that makes us all smile,
Makes all that work seem so worthwhile!
This poem posting I could not resist as it says it all:
