I always think of Wendy when I smell Irises. I've admired their beauty and complexity most of my life, but Wendy turned me on to their glorious scent just a few years ago. I have a vase in my office and can smell them as I write this. Mmmm!
This Iris is a daughter of plants in my mother-in-law's garden. I have two other beds with daughters from Wendy's garden, but they are a few days behind these.
When it's time to divide my bulbs, I'll have to find a friend so I can pass this gift forward. Right now there's a baby oak tree in the middle of one bed of Irises. It's too close to the house, so we will probably move it after they bloom.
I feel like a bumblebee! I tried to creep inside an iris one day this week, too. I haven't off-loaded the photos, but I'm quite sure there's nothing as rich as this! Glad to share iris bulbs any time. And I think I'll bring some in to my desk...
I did the same as Diane and tried to capture the beauty but none of my photos turned out like yours! Stunny - clear - beautiful! You captured so many details. Lovely story to go with your photo.
