Wild Iris Redux

It is done. The move is complete. We have removed ourselves, and our belongings, from the unambiguously safe shelter of that wonderful rustic home. Amidst the explosion of Wild Irises that happens every spring in the magical mixed forests of the rural Humboldt refuge, I have always found at least a moment of inspiration for my less than prolific blogging. What can I say about taking a new job and moving to Arcata, where the fog always shines? But I have been hanging in Arcata since forever, and I can feel at home because it is a lot like Valdivia in that coastal temperate rainforest way. As a family we are excited for new projects and expanded community, but there is nothing that feels more precarious in this day and age then going down the hill to live on the grid. Sketchy. Do you know where your iris comes from? Kiara's comes from amongst the california fescue on the oak forest floor. Thank you, and onward. We will be back!

MANYHUES MAYDAY UPDATE:
Here is the best series of fotos with Kiara from the wild iris refuge--
how do you say mariposa?