iris silentbob they are the kind of eyes of that are scared to death they've never seen this sort of thing before they don't know what to think, to feel they don't know what to do about it, they are so unprepared so they hide inside their lids, covering the light that flickers there still 010412 ... soia Iridaceae two cycles of petaloid tepals 3 stamens, alternate secondary loss of phytomelon syncarpous gyonecium (3) 010605 ... flux two eyes 051231 ... unhinged my grandma was slowly getting better, graduated from icu to a semiprivate room. my mom went to visit often, asked me to go with her. it was easier for me to visit now, now that she could talk again, move more on her own. and one of those days, my mom brought her a big bouquet of purple iris. and we sat and watched tv with her and laughed. everytime i see purple iris, i think of my grandma. in the hospital, sick, trying to make a comeback only for the rest of us that never completely happened. hospital purple iris the beginning of the end 080228 ... crOwl i shall now look at the irises of robin_hill with far greater appreciation... 080228 ... unhinged i was talking to my mother about it when i was going through old pictures. i found a few pictures of them and my mother is very good at taking photos of flowers. i told her how they reminded me of grandma and the time we took her a bouquet in the hospital. she told me my grandma's casket was covered in them. another bittersweet layer. *sigh* my grandmother always had a jackie o classic but somehow unexpected beauty/style about her. no roses at her funeral. too passe. i think the pain of her passing is finally as minimal as it will ever be. 090114 ... cr0wl your grandmother sounds like she was a beutiful person who was passionate about her life. no wonder you loved her and treasure her memories. a casket covered with iris blossoms sounds stunning. she's of venerable class...jackie o in the gardena at nantucket surely divided her rhizomes. 090114 ... unhinged like my middle name is faith my grandma's middle name was love she was the embodiment she was the glue that held our family together this christmas eve my uncle brought letters my grandma wrote to him when he was in the navy in the 70s. she wrote him everyday. EVERYday. 090114 ... unhinged (i didn't see her casket. i was touring in europe at the time. i lit a candle in vienna, prayed and cried at a church in budapest. she died the morning i left, but somehow that whole trip i knew.) 090114 ... unhinged little mallory brought me two fully bloomed pale purple iris today. when she handed them to me i said 'how did you know iris where some of my favorite flowers?' and she got a big smile on her face. aaawwww she is fucking adorable. 090621 what's it to you? who go blather from