Vox Hunt: In Bloom
Show us your favorite flower.
The iris. The standard purple-and-yellow are fine, but not my favorite. My favorite place in Tokyo that is not a drinking establishment is the Meiji Iris Garden in full bloom. The scent of the irises--that wet, dense perfume they give off--drifts all the way out to the main path that leads to the Meiji Shrine and it curls around you as you walk toward the iris garden. I love the weeping, open shape and the patterns of the colors.
On one of our first dates, I had gone to Nagoya to see T, carrying a copy of a Heisei-era poem that had been composed about an iris garden near Nagoya. The poem itself, in ancient Japanese, started each line with a syllable from the Japanese word for iris (kakitsubata--thus the five lines started with the syllables ka-ki-tsu-ba-ta). I wanted to see this garden, allegedly still standing. T worked on deciphering the poem and its context from the photocopy of the scholarly text I had got it from (don't ask) and found the temple and the garden and took me there. I would have married him there on the spot. It's a beautiful little ancient garden, and it was so sweet of him to find it for me.

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