Irises abound at my new house. Eggplant purple, various combinations of purple and white, and pale blue irises have emerged over the past two weeks. Some of the stems topple under their own weight and then I cut them and bring them in the house or to work, where I get to admire them all day on my desk. The latest beauty to emerge is this yellow iris.
Last night it was a bud. This morning it glowed in the sun. By the time I returned in late afternoon, it had fallen amidst the verbenas.
I finally hiked to the natural area where you are supposed to have a permit (shh) to see the stand of old beeches. I walked carefully through periodic patches of poison ivy to the secret beeches. I found this one, half of which has a rotten heart yet still bears fresh green leaves. I lay under it for awhile, happy, and watched the water of Reedy Creek flow.
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That's a beautiful Beech tree! It looks and sounds like you had a peaceful jaunt in the woods. I enjoyed your description of the experience.
What a wonderful secret spot with these beautiful beeches....I adore iris and waiting for mine to flower!
Beth, yes, it is a beautiful tree leaning, yet still firmly rooted. I hope to visit it fairly often and see it change through the seasons.
Donna, I am the beneficiary of the former gardener's adoration of irises...
I can see why you would want to see that Beech tree...what a lovely place. And your irises are beautiful with golden petals.
Sage, yes, it was well worth going off the path to spend time with these trees. And I did not get poison ivy!
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