My fenway fearful

Fenways fearful, where flows the stream from mountains gliding to gloom of the rocks, underground flood.

The rains last week forced my hand. I know that this is not the way that the suburban gardener is supposed to install a water feature, but the boggy backyard cried out for attention. The 1' x 2' patch of mud, on occasion, now holds standing water.

What's the cause? Our weather has definitely been wetter this year: we have received 15.71" precipitation to date as opposed to 9.63" at the same time last year. Removing the water-loving plants in the adjacent hedge hasn't helped either.




So, with nothing to lose, I stuck eight plants of Iris versicolor into this mire. No water filtration system, no pump, no lining material, no nothing but nature. But isn't this how plants are supposed to grow?

Fairest fields enfolded by water, set, triumphant, sun and moon for a light to lighten the land-dwellers, and braided bright the breast of earth with limbs and leaves, made life for all of mortal beings that breathe and move.