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| Iris, buttercups and daisies |
Overnight, a nearby boggy field has become a sea of yellow iris.
Big swathes of colour like this could be the work of a contemporary landscape
artist, but here the designer is nature. The irises flourish in the wet soil,
churned up each winter by cattle hooves.
The field is a few days ahead of the Samhain garden, where the
spiked buds of the iris are turning yellow though the flowers have yet to open. In
Greek mythology Iris is a goddess with golden wings who travels on a rainbow
and is married to the god of the wind. I can see her blowing in from the sea,
leaving a trail of sparkling gold along the edges of streams and lakes, buds
bursting open as she passes.
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| Iris buds fringe the Samhain pond |
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