This miniature iris isn’t more than two inches in height. From our kitchen window it looked like a bit of flotsam. . .yet, that color. . .Husband insisted it was an iris. I couldn’t remember planting any there. But he was right. It qualifies as a classic belly flower, the kind you must get up close and personal to see. Woohoo! The daffodils aren’t far behind.
So, Iris Spotter: Here’s a post for you. Happy birthday, Honey!
Your photo makes me eager for the mild weather to arrive here.
A seed must have blown by your kitchen window. Either that, or you mem’ry is a goner! Must been a blown seed. 🙂 It’s very pretty and a sign of things to come.
Happy Birthday to the boat builder! Noah, right?
Funny comment you left about Spanish Moss, which is neither Spanish nor moss! Heh, heh!
What a stunning colour
What a neat surprise! I have way longer to wait for such beauty in my yard!
Very pretty, I can’t wait for our blooms to start popping through the ground!
So small yet so pretty. Someone has good eyes to spot that!
Very nice to see, still too much snow in my area for this sort of thing.
What a lovely way to celebrate a birthday…with recognition for a spot of spring color. I hope that the two of you had a great celebration!