Iris is the name of the Greek rainbow goddess, so it is fitting that these flowers come in such a stunning selection of colors. The variety of iris I'm most familiar with is the bearded iris. Big, showy flowers, often with sublime scents, they bloom once every year. Well, apparently, there are now some that bloom twice, but I've not planted any of them. I think I appreciate them more knowing that their time is short.
Basically stalactites of frozen water, icicles always remind me of something from a fairy tale. But I've not seen Frozen--I or II--so I can't speak to whether icicles are well represented by the folks at Disney. Icicles seem so fragile and magical, and yet they can be deadly. On average, fifteen people die in icicle fatalities each year in the United States. (For the record, that does not bring me the least bit of joy.) But every time I see a row of icicles hanging off an eave or gutter, I confess I'm in awe.