{"id":3763,"date":"2016-03-16T18:14:12","date_gmt":"2016-03-17T00:14:12","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/?p=3763"},"modified":"2016-03-16T18:14:23","modified_gmt":"2016-03-17T00:14:23","slug":"fallen-iris","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/2016\/03\/16\/fallen-iris\/","title":{"rendered":"Fallen Iris"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>\u201cIf I did that, I would have been in trouble,\u201d Trudy said.<\/p>\n<p>I just had taken a step on our garden path and inadvertently pushed an Iris stalk aside, breaking it off the plant. She was right, although I remained silent to hide my shame. I picked up the stalk and and stood there for a moment and then pointed to it.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cLook,\u201d I said quietly. \u201cThere was another blossom coming in a couple days.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI would have <em><strong>so<\/strong><\/em> been in trouble,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n<p>I tossed the stalk into the messy place where the Spiny Lizards and Stag Beetles certainly roam on hot days, a good place for the stalk to decay, I thought.<\/p>\n<p>That was a few days ago.<\/p>\n<p>Today, as I walked around the yard after the commute home, admiring Texas spring in full bloom, I spotted that stalk. It had not begun to decay, far from it. Instead, that nascent bud that was going to open in a couple days had done so. And there, lying on the ground in the messy place, was an Iris blossom in full bloom: purple and orange, lost among the fallen leaves and Oak pollen tassels and sticks and logs that assemble there.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>I can no longer hide my shame. The flower has called me out.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\u201cIf I did that, I would have been in trouble,\u201d Trudy said. I just had taken a step on our garden path and inadvertently pushed an Iris stalk aside, breaking it off the plant. She was right, although I remained silent to hide my shame. I picked up the stalk and and stood there for [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3763"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3763"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3763\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3765,"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3763\/revisions\/3765"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3763"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3763"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3763"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}