Saturday at Schreiner's Edward spent much of early Friday morning throwing up (which was sad because he ate so much food at dinner) every few hours. His stomach eventually calmed down but he was pretty lethargic for much of the day. By Saturday he seemed just fine, so we told the boys we would take them to Red Robin if they would first go to the iris gardens with us (they get coupons for free meals every time they visit the dentist)--it's no Applebees (quoth the Aaron), but they like eating out and could not resist. The cold and rainy weather has caused the iris to bloom late this year, so even our end-of-May visit was a tad early for peak bloom. I spent much of the time visiting with Steve Schreiner (who remembers what we discussed as digging partners as far back as 1989) and met the largest grower of iris in the UK. Steve still knows how to spin off the most obscure, obscene, and original metaphors I've ever known; his off-base humor is one of my fondest memories of the p