Sunday, June 8, 2014

June Irises

"Then we had the irises, rising beautiful and cool on their tall stalks, like blown glass . . . 
like pastel water momentarily frozen in a splash, light blue, light mauve...
and then we had the darker ones, velvet and purple, black cat's ears in the sun...."      
Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid's Tale
 
 
Sometimes, driving out in the country, I see a lonely grove of trees and a clump of iris in a field.  They are all that is left where a farmhouse once stood, where lives were lived and loved, where the seasons turned with absolute purpose and certainty until the land was reclaimed by green.
Except for the iris.

12 comments:

  1. They are beautiful. We have a couple on the allotment and I think how lovely that someone planted them years ago and now we get to enjoy them.

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  2. Beautiful, especially the purple/blue ones.

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  3. Oh my what a beautiful post...and sad / perfectly expressed

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  4. What a treat to see wild irises. They would brighten any landscape.

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  5. Irises are beautiful flowers I have the purple ones.

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  6. Your photos are beautiful, Cynthia! I wish I had some irises! Loved this post!

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  7. Wow; BEAUTIFUL Irises with varieties of colors,Cynthia♡♡♡ And I also loved to read your wonderful writing, I wish I could write like yours in English; haha I doubt even in Japanese p;)

    Sending Lots of Love and Hugs from Japan, xoxo Miyako*

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  8. Oh wow! Those are so beautiful, Cynthia!

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  9. Lovely photos and words to match.

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  10. Lovely photos Cynthia!.... it's so beautiful to see irises in the wild thriving like this. I don't often see yellow and pink ones, they're as pretty as the more common violet :)

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  11. I love Iris flowers - it is a family name! You words are just gorgeous, very poignant.
    Have a lovely week
    Wren x

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