Garish gladioli. Or so I thought. Not sure why really. Nor how long. But, quietly to myself, for a long-long time I’ve written off glads. Too flamboyant. Or overly ostentatious. Or maybe just too vibrant… Or perhaps it’s none of these. Perhaps it’s the association with funerals. Gladioli fans typically adorn funeral settings, right? In any event, I’m not 100% certain why I’ve never grown glads. Ever. Nor have I purchased cut glads so far as I can recall. But this arrangement in our kitchen purchased from our local Champlain Peony Company has changed my mind.
They are spectacular. Truly. The string of iris-like blooms. The extravagant length of the stems. Glorious. I misjudged. And now I know better!
Startled dog observes.
Mid morning sunlight fades.
Henceforth, I’m a reformed gladioli dismisser…