We are in our second growth phase for the iris. Their intricate structure continues to amaze. The Japanese iris are out in full force.  But the bearded iris continue to be the clear winners. Their only issue is their brevity.      As in dreams behind high doors there is nothing, not even emptiness. As in dreams behind the face that looks at us there is no one. Obverse without a reverse, one-sided coin, the side of things. That pittance is the boon tossed to us by hastening time. We are our memory, we are that chimerical museum of shifting shapes, that pile of broken mirrors. Jorge Luis Borges
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