wild_iris Q Thanks to J for prompting me to find this. (She knows.) Excerpt from "Love Should Grow Up Like a Wild Iris in the Fields" by Susan Griffin Love should grow up like a wild iris in the filed, unexpected, after a terrible storm, opening a purple mouth to the rain, with not a thought to the future, ignorant of the grass and the graveyard of leaves around, forgetting its own beginning. Love should grow like a wild iris but does not. ... Love should grow up like a wild iris, but doesn't, it comes from the midst of everything else, sees like the iris of an eye, when the light is right, feels in blindness and when there is nothing else is tender, blinks, and opens face up to the skies. 001002 ... flowergirl956 I have stickers of said flower. They are now decorating the black plastic on my most durable folder. Flowers are a thing of beauty, and the iris is one of my favorites. Once my parents had a garden, and among many flowers, such as daffodils and tulips, were blue irises. I loved that garden. 040929 what's it to you? who go blather from