The rain stopped right before dusk. You can keep the morning...
Foggy mist smudged the outline of the trees into the darkened sky. The air was heavy with sweetness, but yet crisp and clean, freshly washed. The irises, late in bloom and looking tired, folded in for the night, their blankets damp.
They may be tired and wet but the iris is still a beautiful flower no matter what.
I love that color, I want some of those. I figure by next Spring you and I will have a rainbow of iris flowers.
Beautiful pictures. I love an Iris, we had them at our first house and they didn't survive when we moved. They are so majestic.
Irises remind me of my mom's flower garden, especially the deep purple and the two color white and purple ones. I love them.
you are good with the camera as well,great pics.
You know how I love my flowers and these shots are special! You've got your own little Garden of Eden there.
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