Our Irises are coming out.  They are in a few places around the yard but there is one place they are prominent.  Near the back door.
They never last long.  About a day each really.  They are a “here today and gone tomorrow” thing.  But there are ways they make up for the flowers being so short lived.  They are prolific.  I never cease to be surprised how many there are.  The other way they make up for it is by in my opinion sheer beauty.
I actually don’t even know where the ones we have came from.  I know I am good at forgetting what they look like, but I am also always impressed by them when they bloom.
They are fairly forgiving to.  I have only just started to water regularly in the last couple of months.  Before that it was very hit and miss.  But every year they flowered.  I guess I have been motivated by some plants I have in a pot.  I got them because they are perennial flowering plants.  They actually really are that, but water does seem to help.
Mostly in the past I was good with plants that thrived on neglect.  But the way these ones droop when they need water has caused me to change my ways.  I water them when they need it and water the rest of the plants at the same time.
We do have other Iris’s scattered in the front yard and they are coming out at the moment too.  They last longer.  I really like the randomness of them and the pleasant surprise of a flower hidden away.  It really could bloom unseen.  But it is seen, and I like it a lot.
We also have water Iris’s which come out most years.  I am not so sure they will be out this year as I have not been so good at supplying the water to them.  I water the back but am not so diligent with the front and that is where they are in a fake garden bowl.
The bow was bought from a nursery that no longer exists.  I got pots from a place that no longer exists too.  Both have been replaced either by a gym or car yard.  I really enjoyed going to both as they has stuff that was not seen everywhere,
Oh well I do enjoy the yard.  I love the flowers that come out on plants.  They are just doing their thing and I like their thing a lot.

I watched the NFL final last night.  I did want Melbourne to win but it was not to be.  14/6 is not a runaway victory, but being in front when the whistle goes signalling it is over is what matters.
I am way more comfortable with overwhelming victory.  As it was I was not assured of a Penrith victory until there was only about two minutes to go.  One more try from Melbourne could have made the final result unknown till the end.
I tend to feel I can relax when a team is in a runaway position.  Relaxing can’t be too early though.  I would have never dreamed Penrith would run down the Bronco’s last year.  I remember seeing them do that years ago too.  I would not have believed they could score as many tries in around five minutes.
I don’t think it makes me greedy.  I just have a fairly high concept of enough.  Overwhelming to me makes victory by my opposition an impossibility.  I am comfortable when something is over.  Taking something out of the realm of “as good as over” to “genuinely over.”   
Having won at the final whistle means to me genuinely over.    When a win is a runaway win and I a confident of the result is when I can bring on other players and make everyone a part of the victory.  Until I really feel that is the case, I cannot risk it.
That is why overwhelming is important to me.  “Just” is too stressful.  Of course “just” is a win and I will take it even if I am miles in front or just in front.  But I know I feel better when I am in a “miles in front” position.  Even then I cannot underestimate my opposition.  They come wanting to win.  Hunger and ability are a dangerous combination.
So my team did not win last night but I want my life to be a win.  An overwhelming win preferably.

The other day we spent in the yard.  Gettig leaves out of awkward places for mulching. Whipper snippering, mowing.  The yard looked a picture.  Not a leaf in sight on the lawn.  Today was a different story.  Leaves were on the lawn.
Believe it or not it got me thinking about the way things are.  Today I was talking to a fella and he mentioned in relation to something else, how he had lived near a highway.  He said he could dust and five minutes later the dust would be on things again.  I find that at home.  When working inside we can dust but as sure as eggs the dust will be back.  Maybe not obviously in five minutes, but a few days later it is there.
It had me wondering about things.  I thought how like life that is.  I seek peace and tranquillity and a life free of problems.  There is no doubt I attain it for a while.  Then problems set in for the next challenge.  It had me thinking that that is the way it will be in this life.  I am confident the future will be different, but right now trouble is a companion.
It seems totally against the grain but that is the way that is best for me.  I think of the movie Walle.  The people in space had all they wanted whenever they wanted it.  They grew to the point where they could hardly use their legs.  They didn’t need to.  They were transported everywhere.  But they came back to planet earth and started again.  They realized that what they had wanted was not what was best for them.
I think on that basis I need to have realistic expectations.  I am dreaming if I think a life of ease is what is best for me.  It seems to me that even if obtain what I am looking for, I will still know trouble.  If it does not come from without it will come from within.  Yet I grow through trouble.  It is never sought but happens.  It is not easy, but it is best for me right now.
Like in the yard, I can make improvements, but it will always need to be maintained.  Weeds will grow.  A better set up can be sought and gotten.  Yet no matter what there will always be maintenance and a desire for improvement.