Peach Cloud

Peach Cloud

There are certain things, which, like air, I need to live:  Fred, my Bouvier, who is ever-present though he has stepped away these last three years and gavottes in heavenly fields with my aunt whose loss leaves me permanently lonesome; a passionate purpose like my relentlessness about compassion towards animals, especially horses; astrology which brings me closer to those heavenly pastures; and David (though if you tell him, I will deny it immediately) whose radiant inner goodness defeats every attempt he makes to be macho.  My computer and car would be third cousins, important but not as essential as all the former.  Not least are my gardens and within that circle would be my irises and my hostas (although, in case they’re reading this, all my plant and flowering plants are important to me).  I will be posting pictures of my standard White Irises shortly (which are profuse) and the surprising Peach Cloud (tall bearded) which appeared as if by magic in my back garden; at least three feet tall, featuring seven buds on two stems (two only!) and sporting a tangerine beard.  (Who knew?)  My favourite is purple but I must say that just by Peach’s size and leaf fall (quite majestic), I have been seduced into loving–if not its colour–then its sense of its own importance and uniqueness (how many peach-coloured Irises have you seen lately?).  The Iris is connected to the goddess of the Rainbow but that has little to do with my life-long love and attraction to it:  its petals alternately fall in bride-like trains or shy forward in closeted high-school confidentials, and it sits atop a stem so thick and sturdy that no wind-rock can bring it down.  Where in life can you find such delicacy supported by such strength?  Such strength birthing such fragility?…  It reminds me of the line in the Colour Purple when Shugah says “I think God must be insulted if you walk along and don’t notice his colour purple, his beautiful creation.”  For my part, I stare and stare at that impossible Peach Cloud Iris and think I must be more worshipful than I thought.  I will show you pix of Fred and David and the irises and the Peach Cloud Iris as soon as I figure out how to do that on this wordpress blog, but I won’t show you my aunt…because she is mine and mine alone.

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