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: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp Like Loading...
Life in the Fresh Air 