By the light of the moon I could see her dance. As if time and youth had reversed this night. Our elderly neighbor Lois, crouching and rising like the waves of the ocean. My wife and I stood behind glass doors and could only wonder as she manipulated objects within her hands and lit them on fire!

 

Lauren was convinced she was practicing witchcraft. I have to admit Lois' baked cakes are deliciously addicting, her yard-wide "collection" of spare bottles and car parts has me obsessively curious and the day my brother flew off my motorcycle, landed in her yard and his shoes were gone AND she happened to see the whole thing.....but witchcraft? NAH......

 

Not unlike Lois is this very curious flower that comes to life in her yard. "Iris" - enjoy the peculiarities.