OT: Iris Blooms and Murhphy's Law


Wednesday:
A typical West Texas windy day.  The iris buds are showing lots of color
now.  Am glad they are not unfurled yet with all the wind.  The cat is
jealous of the attention given the irises.  His rubbing and rolling in the
newly emerged bloomstalks is making me nervous.

Thursday:
Another windy day.  More color.  My anticipation increases.  Will they
bloom on the weekend when I have all day to enjoy them?  The bonus aril bud
on the coddled and treasured aril iris will definitely make it.  The cat is
still jealous.

Friday:
Surely they'll bloom on the weekend!  The aril will be first and no wind is
predicted.  I can't wait.  The color is almost completely out of the
casings.  The aril has already loosened and is no longer a tight roll of
color.

Saturday:
A still mild day.  Perfect weather.  The aril is unfurling.  Others have
loosened.  No wind predicted for Sunday.  The cat risks all nine lives at
once and snaps the unfurling aril out of the socket.  I lay awake Saturday
plotting evil methods of disposing of the cat and consoling myself that on
Sunday others will be blooming.

Sunday:
The last aril bud is withering on the ground.  The others loosen.  Surely
they will open today. I rake and shred the leaves in between checking the
buds.  They don't open.  The cat stays out of sight.  He must sense danger.

Monday:
High winds predicted (and the weather people are never wrong when they
predict drought and high winds).  The iris blooms are unfurling.  I'm
supposed to already be at work, they still haven't unfurled.
Finally, thinking of what life will be like with no pay check.  I leave for
work.  The predicted high winds have already materialized.  I think of the
irises while at work pretending to be engrossed in the papers on my desk,
knowing the pristine perfection of the newly open blooms has already
passed.

Aargh!!
Donald Eaves
donald@eastland.net
Zone 7 and very windy today.
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