Time to tell my story again (to a new generation of e-mail folks)
When I was first growing irises and involved with the Iris Society, every
bloom was MUCH anticipated and very precious (well, they still are, but I
don't lose sleep over it any more).
My irises were all just about to bloom... and the show was coming... and the
weatherman was predicting a freeze! I was in an absolute panic. Sweet
Leonard was working a basketball game, so he wasn't around for this anxiety
Then I got a brainstorm... I would make protective coverings for the blooms
to get them through the night. I grabbed all the newspaper I could find...
and began folding little soldier hats like we did in kindergarden. It took
many hats, but I finally got them all protected and went to bed.
Leonard told me later that when he looked out the window in the morning, it
looked like a scene from "The Charge of the Light Brigade"
Oh... my blooms were just fine. The neighbors, however, began avoiding me.