Return of the Goddess

Last week I wrote about Flowers of the Heart, flowers
that are representative of loved and being loved.
One such flower for me and my husband is the iris, named for the Goddess Iris,
keeper of the rainbow and messenger of the gods.

So I've been waiting for my iris blossoms to return again,
and they did reappear--slowly--beginning on Easter weekend.
I wanted to show their pale lilac blooms here
along with other photos of the many different iris colors.

But I have had less success trying to find rainbow colors of iris

than I did trying to find a nesting goose.

I was expecting to find at least one yellow iris blossom,

whether a light yellow gossamer or deeper, more vibrant yellow gold,
or perhaps a rich deep wine red or maybe a true blue iris,

but no such luck.

All of them I found are primarily white or shades of violet, but

that's okay with me. Violet is a gentle color.

Here are some iris that are a bit darker violet than mine:

These next ones are an attractive light lavendar blue.

Very pretty between the two trees

with the porch railing in the background.

 Next, a bright white blossom paired with a dark purple one

that is barely visible in the shadow under the rosey-pink azalea:

And yesterday I found an iris
in a rich bi-color of burgundy and mauve:

I also came upon some frilly deep purple and white bi-colored blooms
planted with white ones, purple pansies,
and thanks to nature, a backdrop of yellow buttercups.



And here are mine with a few light lilac blossoms

and a multitude of buds promising more:

Last night my husband picked one for me,

and we put it in a vase on the table.

I had forgotten how deliciously sweet the iris blossom's perfume is--

like a mixture of grapes and sugar.

An iris is a lovely reminder of happy childhood memories.

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My Wild Goose Chase: Part Three

After failing to find the nesting goose, or any goose for that matter,

I confess I turned for home.

I walked out of the woods and down the street

and admired the beautiful flowers I saw,

like orange, pink, and red tulips:

And breathtaking red and purple verbena:



And after I walked past the colorful spring flowers,

I passed by one more pond.

And did I find a nesting goose at the far edge of that pond?

Well ...

Yes, I did. And here it is:

And here's a closer look:

Will this goose watch over fuzzy yellow hatchlings in the coming days or weeks?

Well ...

We shall see.

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My Wild Goose Chase: Part Two

When we left off this narrative yesterday, I had visited this duck pond

in search of a nesting goose:

Not finding one, I looked back the way I came--just in case.

But no, no nesting goose.

I walked a little further to a bridge over another part of the marsh,

but no nesting goose there either.

Not down this path that runs along the marsh:

And not down this path to the bridge

where I'd seen the first nesting goose a few years ago.

When I got back to where I'd seen the goose the first time,

there was nothing there but a beautiful marsh

and lots of little minnows

swimming in the brackish water.

Did I give up or did I find a nesting goose?

Well...

Join me tomorrow for the answer in Part 3 of "My Wild Goose Chase."

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