Not My-ris

Finally after weeks of no rain, it poured tonight, and I was glad to see it. Thankfully it was not accompanied with tornadoes or floods, although Loretta could have done without the thunder and lightening. It was getting desperate around here, especially for May. This afternoon I passed a highway crew cutting grass along the roadside, and it looked as if they were harvesting autumn wheat; there were few blades of green. Saturday night we had a bizarre storm on the west side of the city. The wind was strong and the sky was filled with this amber colored dust that looked like smoke, making you think you were in a Riyadh sandstorm or some kind of brown fog. Unfortunately I was caught without camera, but did see a woman photographing the weird color and glowing light from the railroad tracks. As quickly as it arose it was gone.

The past weeks at work have mostly been about keeping everything watered, along with helping customers and all the other spring tasks that need to be done. We have a few things we do not need to worry about as they keep their feet wet on the banks of a stream that forms part of our irrigation system. Several years ago we planted Pickerel Weed, Horse Tail and Louisiana Iris as part of an effort to make the stream look more natural. The plants have more than thrived, especially the Horse Tail and the Iris. Right now the Iris are in full bloom, and I make a point of going by there several times a day. Even though I tried to look them up, their names are lost to us and I could not make a positive ID. Does anyone have a clue?