Yes, Another Iris

Apparently, and much to my delight, there are some late bloomers out there. This is an old-fashioned color combination, from gardens back East, that I remember from when I was a kid. I swear I can smell irises just from looking at this picture. It’s the scent of my old backyard, heat coming off the brick wall and the flagstone terrace, a little damp from the outdoor faucet, and that unmistakable perfume. These are from my mother’s garden, and I thought I’d lost them this year, but here they are after all, growing too close to the path and in great danger of being snapped off, but oh how happy I am to see them again!