There is something about the iris.

When I got here, I inherited a fenced garden (the only way to have a garden around here, because of the abundant deer and goats that forage freely in the neighbourhood — more about that in an upcoming post)… with three flourishing groups of irises.

I am not sure that I love them, but I still find them fascinating. When you look at an iris bloom up close, there is something almost menacing about the way the flower is put together… To me, it resembles some insect mandible…