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  • Early, exquisite, unexpected, translucent, appearing in a small group in the palest of blues unknowable in anything but nature, Iris Histrioides, tiny bulbs shoved in some October ago, appearing like bridesmaids at a March wedding.

    Shy, earthy, not wallflowers, content, composed, confident, in scale, requesting the pleasure of my company, on my knees, on the garden path, on the stone pavers.

    As if to say:
    "Look at us in our pale gossamer blues, look at us with our also exquisite yellow, look at us, arrived to the spring party early, look at us with those black flecks we bet you forgot since last season.

    "Look at us now. You forgot how fast we come, how fast we go. Look at us now. We arrived on time for the first day of spring. If you are working on a project and in the house, you know full well some years we come and we go, and you never see us. Adore us now, on your knees, you nutty gardener, this is what it is all about. Arm against the squirrels later, arm against the slugs later, the beer ambushes for the slugs, the chilli pepper weaponry to save the tulips later, here we are, the confident demure ones.

    "On your knees, you loco in the coco gardener, crawl on your knees to the miniature irises. We defy you to even find focus. Go blurry, adore us wet. This is what it surely is all about. This is what you signed up for, in that big coat every cold fall, putting bone meal and manure in the soil, soil in the soil, in the freezing temps, in fingerless newsie gloves. You signed up to believe there could be blues found only in irises tiny. You dressed us nice, and here we are. Let's have us a private garden party. Give us your eye, you gardener, and we will give you the earth world."
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