Shaker Lakes saved a bag of yellow-flag iris that had been yanked by youth last week as part of an invasive management effort. I swung by a couple days after harvest and snipped away what I needed, had a conversation with a writer that was reading in the picnic bench area, and then took it away in a bucket.
Morgan before cooking. Somehow, despite the brutal mosquito attacks yesterday (my exposed calves were brutalized and I had to cut holes in donated men's socks to make leg warmers that covered them up. Even after that, I had to DEET spray myself so they'd stay away from my face/head), I managed to rinse, cook, rinse, beat, pull, press, and load into the dry box.
Velma helped me get some perspective as I shirked my less-fun duties, and I hope to return to them tomorrow with a better attitude.