You are free, purple and yellow.
It is too much to consider the wealth of soil. No book and certainly no blog could contain that wonder. (Although I admit I am tempted to try…) Hold in your heart the thin radiant petals. Let the vast earth you don’t appreciate absorb all sorrows. Walk among the hundred thousand things as beautifully and unprotected and willingly as flag iris bloom on a hot day in early June. Or late June, when they’re all stalks and leaves. Earwigs dash up. The sprinkler never turns on. Dog poop is rotting.
Glorious, glorious days.