Posts Tagged iris

Tight Lipped Tuesday #13 (or The Iris Witch Trials)

Earlier this week Wild Daffodil posted about some brown and purple iris in her garden and said they were ugly and looked like witchy flowers – even posing some in a cauldron.  I said I had some a little like those and some fully brown ones and she said yuk – or something similar – so I said I’d show her a photo (or two).

So, in defence of oddly coloured Iris varieties, I present






If I ever change my mind though, I have the cauldron ready.




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The sun is shining finally and the garden is looking lush – don’t you just love that word – ‘lush’ and ‘haberdashery’ are my favourites – but I digress.  Had to get the camera out and bore you with some photos.

junegarden (5)One thing that does love our ‘high up’ garden is the Iris – a new colour this year

Bicolour Iris

My favourite one

Iris in the Love in a MistI know we should cut back some of the Love-in-a-Mist (or Nigella)………

love in a mistbut then we wouldn’t get any of these

PoppiesIt wouldn’t be June without these self-seeders – last year they were smashed to pieces in a hailstorm

and – yuk alert

dog's tennis ball…….because I’m back outside, the dog wants to play ball.  You can see why I use one those plastic, long handled  ‘hurlers’ to play with him.

I hope the sun is shining on you.

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I Want to Dress Like a Flower

In the garden this morning and, in between letting out the chickens, shovelling up the dogs’ business (lovely) and making sure there were no toads or lizards drowning in the pool skimmer, I took time to appreciate this lovely bloom and it really, really made me fancy having something to wear in these colours.

Bizarre really but there you go.

I’ve just heard that my French lesson is cancelled this afternoon.  I say’ lesson’ but I go along to my French friend’s house, I mangle the language for 40 minutes or so as I tell her about what I’ve been up to and, with a slightly strained expression on her face, she makes what she can of it.  Then we speak in English for a while as she wants to practice her accent which is as appalling as my French one.   What to do instead?  I could go shopping and replenish the fridge so that the girls have something to devour when they come in from school like teenagers with more diligent mothers can do.  I could finish my project for the sewing group.  I could do some housework – but, I jest of course.  I could do some more of  the quilt I started making for my daughter over a year ago.  I could do some ironing  – another jest.

Speaking of lessons – which I sort of was – my daughter is taking driving lessons here in France.  I can’t help feeling I’m throwing my money down the drain.  Last week, the driving instructor told her that she reminded her of some woman driver who had carried out a parking manoeuvre so badly, somebody had filmed her and put it on YouTube.  If that were all, it wouldn’t be so bad but, the week before, the instructor took anti-stress pills during the lesson.  I know when I first learnt to drive, I found it quite difficult and failed my test, then I went back to live in London for a while where it’s not really worth having a car in my opinion.  A couple of years later, I resumed driving lessons and it came to me much more easily and I passed first time (well, if you don’t count the first first time).  In any case, as I keep telling Madamoiselle T., some of the most stupid people you could ever hope to meet manage to drive a car and a lot of it is down to having confidence which, unless I’m mistaken, the instructor she’s got at the moment isn’t doing much to instil.

This ‘so true’ card (well, of me anyway) is from Goodgosh on Etsy who makes very funny and sometimes slightly ‘rude’ cards.

Off to find an outfit in purple and gold!

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