The first really lovely spring day we’ve had. The sun was out and it was actually warm enough to take off my coat, at least in the sunny spots. My crocuses are blooming like crazy, though an unusually large number of them are growing in the grass, thanks to those varmint squirrels, who dig up my bulbs, then rebury and forget about them.
Sammi loved to chase the squirrels, though she was never smart enough to catch one. She knew what “squirrel” meant and when I told her to “go get em” she knew it was time to tear out of the house and chase after the critters; up the tree or over the fence and out of her reach.
My little, tiny, dwarf iris reticulata are also beginning to bloom. This is the only flower that I call by their latin name. I like how it rolls off the tongue – Iris Reticulata. It’s a miniature flower, only about 2 1/2 – 3 inches wide on a 4-5 inch stem. It comes from a bulb instead of a rhizome (like the regular irises). This tiny gem is an early bloomer and can thrive in the partial shade as well as a sunny location.
Orginally I planted yellow along with red-violet and blue irises, but the yellow never came back after the first year. Why? I have no idea. Maybe the bulbs for the yellow flowers taste better to the squirrels than the purple ones.
I remember that Iris was a name from Greek mythology. I used to really get into the Greek gods and their stories when I was in 6th grade, enough that Mom bought me my own copy of Bullfinch’s Mythology (which I still have). Iris was the Greek goddess of the rainbow and messenger to the gods, but beyond that, I can’t recall.