A Late Bloomer

Dear Diary,

This Siberian iris is just blooming in my meditation garden...a late bloomer indeed as all my other iris have long since gone by.  It is such a beauty, maybe it didn't want to be just one in a crowd and decided to have the stage all to itself!

Poor St Francis is overwhelmed by blooms right now, you can barely see him!  I will have to get a higher pedestal or move him.  There is an empty spot where a grass didn't return from last year so I might move him there although I do like him in the center.

The garden is sore need of Matt's diligent hands.  I have been so involved with the scrapbook that I have not been attending to things as I should.  The good news is I am making great progress.  Another week of work should do it.  Marnie, the wonderful woman who binds my photo journals every year, said she will make nice hard covers for them so I can cross another genealogical task off my list!

ps.  I was a bit of a late bloomer myself.  I didn't start college until I was 25 and I was 30 when I started teaching.