Wheelchair Gardener: Walking Iris

Inspiration

We do not remember days...

We remember moments.

(Cesare Pavese)

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"An hour in the garden puts life's problems into perspective."

Some say I am confined to wheelchairBut I don’t think they know

That though my body is affected I still am on the go.

I go to visit those I love

And walk to market place;

I tread the woods until it rains

And then the rainbow trace.

Of course my body cannot always go

For it’s been restricted for days,

But who would say paralysis confines

A soul and mind that dreams and prays?

Although my body sometimes lets me down

Through days of darkest night,

My spirit soars on wings of prayer

And moves with speed of light.

In dreams and prayer I visit those I love;

Great is the gift of prayer;

And when my thoughts are beamed toward you

You’ll sense my presence there.

-Borrowed

Thursday, May 6, 2010

Walking Iris

Big Geranium blooming today

I just love the Walking Iris. Like a spider plant, it sends out a long stem that has a bloom bud which makes it hang down and touch the ground (unless in a basket) the bloom opens and if left alone will send down roots to make another plant. And in doing so, it "walks."