Iris Today I knelt on cold concrete, bowed my head, breathed the perfume of the first spring iris as if I was praying. Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp Like Loading...
Life in the Fresh Air 