May 9, 2016

I’ve been watching everyday for this Iris to open and she unfolded her wings on Mother’s day. The history of the Iris is vibrant—dating back, in my knowledge, to the Greeks where their name was taken from the goddess who was believed to manifest as a rainbow when she came as a messenger from the gods. I’m drawn to their durability, diversity of color, and perennial nature.

This weekend was both productive and relaxing, a nice combination. Everything is coming up in its time. A lemon bud preserved a single rain drop through the night to catch a prism of sunlight this morning and Peonies we planted, after nursing them to health, have taken root in their new home. I think one of them, planted on the north side of a large walnut tree, will make a nice picture when she blooms; even now she peaks around from behind the tree and reaches for the sun.

The beauty and calm of the weekend balanced the Thoroughbred excitement of agility, speed, and spirit. Superhero caught me pondering my picks for the Derby.

Okay, it was actually something more pressing, but hey my horse picks – New Twig and Overstated – came in first and second (woohoo)!

Too bad I didn’t bet, but that would have changed everything. I can pick their positions fine, but if I go to put money on it the universe shifts their momentum and their position becomes completely uncertain. Strange things happen out of the gate; the favorite is tripped up, the lead horse goes down, the top pick falls behind and the horse at the bottom finds new heart, but here is the charm: there is no Regret with Genuine Risk and you cross the finish line with Winning Colors.