End of Iris Hunting Season

As iris hunting season draws to a close, I managed to trade all my garden boy brownie points in for the Iris Lady posing in front of a pyramid of the prey. She is holding her weapon of choice, and she only shot me in the face with dirt a few times. Counting the little black buckets, that's at least thirty six pacific coast irises planted -- not counting the ones whose bucket I threw out before this brilliant picture idea surfaced, and not counting the bearded irises, a few varieagated ones, and a douglas iris or two. Okay, and then there are the petunias and some other annuals. Anyway, the place looks great and it will look even better next year after all this hard work.