During my trip back East to celebrate my granddaughter’s college graduation, I stayed with her other grandparents for a few days. Ever since my daughter and their son became engaged, we’ve been friends, so it was nice to spend some time with them.
The afternoon before graduation the other grandma and I toured the Presby Memorial Iris Gardens in Essex County. It was late in the iris season, but most of the varieties were still blooming.
Being an artist more than a gardener, I didn’t take note of the various irises’ names. Instead, I contented myself with enjoying their beauty.
Irises remind me of Japanese flower arrangements …
Here are some more of my favorites from the garden.
I know they’re all beautiful, but can you choose a favorite? How about the party-pink ruffles of #5?
These are only a few of the 1500 iris varieties in the garden. I like the purple and white elegance of #6.
Number seven makes me think of Hollywood in the 1930s. Does that make sense?
The guileless simplicity of yellow and white calls to mind thoughts of sunshine and plain cold milk.
What do you call the colors in #9? They’d look fine on a lady with a long, bustled dress I think.
Number ten starts simple with plum and white and then bleeds in some red and pink.
Velvet magenta, lilac-pink, and violet-red, #11 has beautiful depth of color.
Number twelve is pure and simple. If you like sweetness and effortless sincerity, this one is for you.
For me, #13 conjures up clouds and kittens.
This last one wants to twirl and clap its hands to the sound of a flamenco guitar.
So … which one do you like best?