In the last year of his life, Vincent van Gogh painted irises he observed in the garden of the asylum at Saint-Rémy-de-Provence, France. We have seen several of these paintings during our travels.
The camera replaced the paint brush for me and I took numerous photos of the irises in my garden these past weeks.
Some are like velvet in texture and indigo in colour.
These Siberian irises are small compared to the violet German irises with which they share the flower bed.
The richness of colour makes them regal, and the size and texture make for interesting comparisons.
The German irises, though bigger, are no less beautiful, with their rich texture and colour.
Some are a dark colour while others are lighter shades of purple.
A cluster makes it difficult to pass them without stopping.
Even the bud, reminiscent of an open tube of lipstick, is remarkable.
We work to have these beauties in the garden but nature makes it look so easy. In a recent visit to Belmont Park on Prince Edward Island, there was a blue flag iris in all its natural beauty.
It was a competitor, vying for a position in the woodland setting. Without daily watering in the heat of summer, the iris stood out as a beacon, slender yet hardy, splashed with yellow and white. Though the irises in the garden are beautiful, there is nothing quite like those found in nature.