A clarion call for spring, a lone purple iris sings of beauty and hope.
Irises are an amazing flower, blooming in all sizes and colors, and showing up in some of the oddest places. The bulb from which this purple iris sprang initially came from the city junkyard, where blankets of irises such as this one popped up and covered the landscape with their ethereal colors and form.
If one is close enough to this flower to reach down and touch it, to marvel at the delicate yet strong texture of the petals, one is also close enough to stoop down and breathe in the heady, honeyed aroma of the flower. While not all irises possess this beautiful smell, this one – the purple one, the “common” one – is distinguished by this elusive, enchanting aroma, and aroma that transports a person back to their childhood, where they first discovered the purple iris, and took the time to lean down and bury their face in the flower’s depths.
For some reason, it is when we are children that we take time to do these kinds of things – these activities that, in later life as adults, we determine to be a waste of time because there are so many more important things to do than stop to look at, touch, and smell the flowers that we walk by every day.
But it is a good thing that – as children – we took time to be impractical, because when we are older, and far more practical than is good for us, then wei can snatch a moment from our hurried existence and take a moment with the flower.
“I remember the purple iris from when I was a child,” we say to ourselves. “I wonder if it still smells as delicious as it did back when I was a child . . . “
Purple Iris is featured in 18 Fine Art America groups.
April 21st, 2017
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