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Dear Joan,
I believe this miniature iris is the same variety as the one your husband's ancestor brought it over from Germany in 1860's. It's amazing it's survived & thrived all these years. This top color may appear a little darker than the one you have, perhaps cause the day we went there was cloudy.
What do you think?
This is my daily post of irises. Like I said, I still have about 200 more to go. =)
There are more irises in my iris album:
Just because it's a rainy day today, thus, I present to you these 3 irises with raindrops taken in springtime.
Happy Sunday!!
Now, don't you think that a beauty like this deserves center stage? Well, I do. Such is the way with flowers, not so much with people. I find that when one person has center stage all of the time that it can cause problems. It often provokes envy in others or feelings of inferiority, and even arrogance in the person who is the center of attention. Anyway, those are just some of my thoughts on this beautiful morning. I wish everyone a happy day! :)
In Ome, Tokyo
長井系 長井山紫水明
Nagai (in Yamagata Prefecture) flower-lineage Sanshi-Suimei(The mountains are beautifully hazy in a light purple, and the water is clear.)
This is my daily post of irises. Like I said, I still have about 200 more to go. =)
There are more irises in my iris album:
Iris graminea is a rhizomatous perennial, with purple or violet blue flowers almost hidden by narrow, grass-like leaves, and a plum scented fragrance. It is cultivated as an ornamental plant in temperate regions. This species naturally occurs in the southern half of Europe, from Spain and France in the West to Russia and the Caucasus in the East.
It is found growing in shrubland, in grass lands, in meadows (or pastures), in open woods, and in rocky or gravelly soils of the mountains (from Wikipedia).
Sacred Goddess, Mother Earth,
Thou from whose immortal bosom
Gods and men and beasts have birth,
Leaf and blade, and bud and blossom,
Breathe thine influence most divine
On thine own child, Proserpine.
If with mists of evening dew
Thou dost nourish these young flowers
Till they grow in scent and hue
Fairest children of the Hours,
Breathe thine influence most divine
On thine own child, Proserpine.
>> Percy Bysshe Shelley <<
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