SIBERIAN IRISES
Apr 30, 2020
4 minutes
WORDS TROY SCOTT SMITH
PHOTOGRAPHS DIANNA JAZWINSKI
I have known Siberian irises ever since I was a child in Yorkshire and we moved to a house in the countryside. It was May and the garden was surrounded by fields bordered with ancient ash pollards and woolly hedges of hawthorn frothing in the breeze with great billowing clouds of flowers. The garden was full of cottage garden flowers, and standing with their heads and shoulders above the crowd were several large groups of an unidentified form of steely blue-flowered . It was a beautiful sight as the sunlight caught flashes of gold in the flowers’ throats above a darker undercurrent of teamed with just the right amount of discord from the acid-yellow flowers of . The overriding
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