Centuries ago in the gardens of the Imperial Palace of some long-forgotten Dynasty, a gardener lovingly tended the beautiful peonies that flourished under his watchful eye, and in the ancient temple gardens of Kyoto, these lovely flowers have perfumed the air for many...
When the irises bloom, I am reminded of the piano recitals of my youth. The recitals were always in late spring, usually May. Adorning the stage and adjacent to the piano awaiting nervous young musical prodigies was a wicker basket filled with my grandmother’s irises....
