“Our x-plooooo-shun of fuchsia and gold — salvaged by scissors!” Thalia anticipates June’s blooms. “Scalloped! Like my skirts.” “Perhaps —” Nia chooses her thoughts and words with care, “If next time we set out with an iris intention — we’ll have a better result?”
T-shirt: “Have we checked all food to see if exploding them makes them into something better or did we just stop with corn?” 😁
Great iris! Iris I could paint like that!