I have been scrabbing around for signs of spring for a few weeks now. First came the snowdrops and the aconites, and now the irises are starting to pop up. Early irises always make me giggle, because they look so alien and silly on their short little stalks, with their strangely-shaped flower heads.
But they are also so richly-coloured and beautiful, which is one of the reasons I love them most, running as I am from the sweetbox pastels of many spring bulbs.
