The Irises

The Irises Moira arranged bearded Irises in the roman vase and set them in the living room window. The forest makes a perfect backdrop for the huge blooms. Deep royal purple of ancient wine crushed in warm summer valleys. White, sparkling against the patch work green, of oak and ash, a sun god’s gift of purest gold. Strawberries and cream almost melting on the glass. Dancing and nodding like butterflies in the humid air. It calms, reminds that the smallest gesture can renew heart. Vincent would be proud.