Iris't My Case

No new knitting pron today, I'm afraid. I've had to take the last few days off as my hands badly need a rest... the trigger finger locking and cramping activity on my left hand has been so bad that I've scheduled a masochistic pre-emptive visit to the hand surgeon in hope of persuading him to administer one of those walloping and excruciatingly painful cortisone injections. It's reached the point that only cortisone will relieve the pain.

So with no new knitting content to share, I thought instead I'd show you a couple of photos of the first iris of spring, that has sprung up along the front walk in the last few days. Slowly unfurling...

And here it is, in all its apricot-shaded glory:

In other news, it looks like we will have peaches this summer. After last year's homicidal pruning by the gardener (OK, yes, I know - I should have done it myself), we didn't have a single peach... not even one. So sad. And the year prior, peach leaf curl decimated all the new growth (hence the radical pruning last year), resulting in spindly little twigs that were too fragile to produce any fruit. But this year, finally, a full recovery appears to have been made. The tree is covered with rosy pink blossoms, and I am already dreaming of fresh and frosty peach sherbet.

And jars of glistening peach jam. And savory, spicy peach chutney. And peaches roasted on the grill. Mmmm...