How about a "Peony" break from the iris. This is my favorite peony and we had them when I was growing up.
The depth of cold of the red is unmatched.
Today If ever there were a spring day so perfect,
so uplifted by a warm intermittent breeze that it made you want to throw
open all the windows in the house and unlatch the door to the canary's cage,
indeed, rip the little door from its jamb, a day when the cool brick paths
and the garden bursting with peonies seemed so etched in sunlight
that you felt like taking a hammer to the glass paperweight
on the living room end table, releasing the inhabitants
from their snow-covered cottage so they could walk out,
holding hands and squinting into this larger dome of blue and white,
well, today is just that kind of day.
Billy Collins
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