Intensely Note Cards

Also available as museum-quality posters.

Everything about an Iris is startling. But to find extraordinarily proud and beautiful specimen, with it all – symmetry, contrast, and detail. This Iris is living Intensely.

I admit — I am a Flower-Stalker. I am on the pursuit at all times, even when I don’t know I am. Just out the corner of my eye a color will flash and like a dog that has heard the word “Ball”, my eyes “perk” up.

An Iris is a stately flower. But, more importantly, to those of us addicted to color, they are an early spring flower.
I have lived most of my life in the North: Alaska, Washington, Oregon, Montana. I am well versed with SADD. I am well staked in full-spectrum lighting. I am committed to Vitamin D throughout the winter months. Why, you might ask? I’ll tell you: March! March is the end of the winter. It is not “bust out” spring yet. It is wet and grey and weary. It is the last of three months of wet and grey and weary. By March, my mind is saturated with wet and grey and weary. As someone who lives on color, as someone who is addicted to color, this is dire.

A vivid memory I have of March, involves a car ride, with too many kids, on a dreary day. I crested the hill on the freeway and saw the slow down ahead. The volume in back suddenly got louder. My day was dissolving into the grey sky. Then one small beam of sunshine made it through the solid overcast of clouds. One small beam, that struck me in the face. Suddenly, I had wings. Suddenly, the world was light and airy. And just as suddenly, it was gone. The phalanx of grey clouds closed in fast and my wings were gone. – And that, my friend is March.

Except for when the early flowers start blooming. I want to stop at each one and personally thank it for its perseverance.

So, now that I have set the stage. I had a late March Doctor’s appointment, which usually equals pain. Pain at the beginning (otherwise, why am I going) and at the end (and I paid for this part of the pain). Pain and March is not a pleasant combination. Not something to celebrate.

I found a free parking spot near the office. And my heart-clouds part.

But that was nothing compared the shock that hit me as I rounded the corner. These amazing swatches of incredible purple. And they were fully open. Open for me to dive into the incredible symmetry and colors. Open to share the joy of their very being. And in March too! They were shining just for me, the color-addict. Soak it in! They didn’t go away and they didn’t close up. This amazing color and symmetry was flying high. And so was I

I had a few more Doctor’s appointments during Springtime, and there were other flowers as I walked from my “magic” free parking spot. But none gave me such an intense shock of joy and ecstasy as these did.

Maybe March and I can renegotiate our relationship, if I am promised an Iris like this one, every year.

Thank you for letting me share.

These high quality paper cards come pre-folded, packed in cello sleeves, and includes a white envelope for each card. Available in packs of 5, 10, & 25. Works well with regular ballpoint pens after short drying time.