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I admit — I am a Flower-Stalker. I am on the pursuit at all times, even when I don’t know I am. Just out the corner of my eye a color will flash and like a dog that has heard the word “Ball”, my eyes “perk” up. An Iris is a stately flower. But, more importantly, to those of us addicted to color, they are an early spring flower. I have lived most of my life in the North: Alaska, Washington, Oregon, Montana. I am well versed with SADD. I am well staked in full-spectrum lighting. I am committed to Vitamin D throughout the winter months. Why, you might ask? I’ll tell you: March! March is the end of the winter. It is not “bust out” spring yet. It is wet and grey and weary. It is the last of three months of wet and grey and weary. By March, my mind is saturated with wet and grey and weary. As someone who lives on color, as someone who is addicted to color, this is dire. A vivid memory I have of March, involves a car ride, with too many kids, on a dreary day. I crested the hill on the freeway