I See Beauty, But Clif Sees the Back-End of a Turkey

It’s funny how two people can look at the same thing and come up with two different reactions. When I look at this picture, this flower, this iris, I see Beauty.

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Clif, on the other hand, sees “the back-end of a turkey.”Β  Oh, how this stabs my heart. I love irises, and if I had a yard with more sun and better soil, I would have clumps and clumps of them. As it is, I have to be content with a few patches, some of which thrive better than others. In short, irises are my darlings, and nobody likes to hear someone make fun of his or her darlings. Especially when that someone just happens to be a spouse of nearly forty years.

Ah, well. Such are the turbulences that roil the little house in the big woods. Fortunately, they soon pass, and when they do, I am able to laugh at Clif’s foolishness, and mine, too, of course.

Here are some more pictures of what’s going on in the yard at the little house in the big woods. And as far as I can see, there is no back-end of a turkey.

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25 thoughts on “I See Beauty, But Clif Sees the Back-End of a Turkey”

  1. Your iris are beautiful! Don’t be concerned if anyone πŸ™‚ says differently. I like both iris and the front part of wild turkeys. Your other pictures are gorgeous too as always.

    1. Thanks, Betsy. As I noted in another comment, Clif is a silly old thing,and I guess that’s why I love him πŸ˜‰

  2. The back end of a turkey? Cliff, Cliff, Cliff. πŸ™‚ I love every Iris anywhere. I just wish I knew the name of mine. I’ve spent time on line this season to no avail. But, I’m still looking. πŸ™‚ Everything looks lush and beautiful at the your place. Enjoy.

    1. Thanks, Judy! That awful wind has finally died down. Soon I’ll be going out to see what needs propping up. Yesterday, the wind was so nasty that I stayed in most of the day. What the heck!

  3. Your iris are wonderful, pay no attention to Clif, he’s a guy after all. πŸ˜‰
    I love your photo of the shiny, green tiger beetle – I love these little guys!

    1. Clif is a silly old thing. I guess that’s why I love him πŸ˜‰ I’m always thrilled to catch a glimpse of those beetles. Between their small size and their fast speed, it is very hard to take a picture of them.

  4. I briefly had a job packing live turkeys into trucks that would take them to the slaughter. The way you did it was this: you would look for a turkey that had stuck its head under the body of another turkey (guess they thought they were invisible). Approach them from behind, then quickly grab both feet with one hand and one wing with the other. All this is by way of saying that, despite having had some intimate contact with live turkeys in my day, I do not see a turkey’s backside in your irises. Your irises are quite lovely.

  5. Clif has a point. And a good imagination. Perhaps the way to look at it is that turkey butts look like irises. Beautiful!
    I’m amazed that you managed to photograph that beetle. I’ve been scurrying after them all week for a shot. Without success. And I swear the red lily leaf beetles now see me coming and scoot just as my fingers descend to pluck them into beetle oblivion. Fast little buggers.

    1. Indeed he does, and we’ve had some good laughs over his point of view πŸ˜‰ I had a devil of time snapping a picture of the green beetle. Very skittish, and understandably so. Those dratted lily beetles are a recent arrival in Maine—I’d guess about twelve or thirteen years ago. Would that they had stayed away! They decimated my lilies, and were such a problem that I never replanted, going with daylilies instead. Dratted red lily beetles!

      1. They ate up all of the lilies but one last year. So I decided to go with the pick and drown method this year. It quickly evolved into the pick and squish battle. I made some headway and the plants look better than last year. But I may join you and just go the daylily route.

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