Had I the heaven's embroidered cloths,

Enwrought with golden and silver light,

The blue and the dim and the dark cloths

Of night and light and the half light,

I would spread the cloths under your feet.

But I, being poor, have only my dreams;

I have spread my dreams under your feet;

Tread softly because you tread on my dreams...



~W.B. Yeats

Saturday, August 27, 2011

Iris Garden


Can you imagine how wonderful it smells here?

I can. My sister and I took a trip all the way to Salem, Oregon in the spring one year just to see the iris' bloom. lol
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