We've been anticipating the first frost of the season for almost a month now. It FINALLY came last night (and with it, the death of many a fly... see the archive "Fly Smashing" for a macabre narrative).
To prepare for this, all our lovely plants that adorned our porches throughout the summer reclaimed their spots on countertops, in bedrooms, on top of china cabinets, and of course in our makeshift arboretum.
I brought in one of this year's newer additions, pictured here. It's a water iris, one of the many we grew in our pond this summer, thanks to the generous donation from my aunt and godmother. Just plunk these floatables in water, and watch their roots sprout a fine, purplish hair just before another tube shoots out of one of those green bouyant bulbs. Every 3 weeks or so, a bouquet of delicate purple flowers show up on a spike from the center of the plump foliage. Most delightful!
Bringing it inside and floating it in a glass vase on the kitchen windowsill has helped me observe the prolific generation and interesting 'behavior' of this gem of creation.
It's just one among our 43....
Our 43 are just a few among the billions that God, in His infinite creativity, holds in existence.
1 comment:
That water iris sounds neat- like you don't have to transplant it or anything? Mom.
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