Irises for my mother: 2015

Last year, I mentioned planting irises for my mother. I planned to photograph them at different stages of their growth — from leafy shoots through to glorious purple flowers.
But last year, for the first time, my mother’s irises didn’t flower. It was a strange, unseasonal spring — perhaps that’s why.

This year, the shoots are pushing through the earth again. I’m holding my breath, hoping that this time they’ll flower for my mother.

Meanwhile, let me leave you with the words of Virginia Woolf,
a woman who knew how to write about flowers —
and about loving life.

There were flowers: delphiniums, sweet peas, bunches of lilac; and carnations, masses of carnations. There were roses; there were irises. Ah yes — so she breathed in the earthy garden sweet smell as she stood talking to Miss Pym who owed her help, and thought her kind, for kind she had been years ago; very kind, but she looked older, this year, turning her head from side to side among the irises and roses and nodding tufts of lilac with her eyes half closed, snuffing in, after the street uproar, the delicious scent, the exquisite coolness. And then, opening her eyes, how fresh like frilled linen clean from a laundry laid in wicker trays the roses looked; and dark and prim the red carnations, holding their heads up; and all the sweet peas spreading in their bowls, tinged violet, snow white, pale — as if it were the evening and girls in muslin frocks came out to pick sweet peas and roses after the superb summer’s day, with its almost blue-black sky, its delphiniums, its carnations, its arum lilies was over; and it was the moment between six and seven when every flower — roses, carnations, irises, lilac — glows; white, violet, red, deep orange; every flower seems to burn by itself, softly, purely in the misty beds; and how she loved the grey-white moths spinning in and out, over the cherry pie, over the evening primroses!

From Mrs Dalloway
by Virginia Woolf

The last spring colours: pinks and blues

— November —

Colour comes in two waves at the end of spring …

…pink …

… and blue.

The first flower pictured is the native geranium (pelargonium australe). For more information, click here.
The second flower pictured is a thick-leaved fan flower (scaevola crassifolia). For more information, check out this lovely site. (You’ll need to scroll down a little to find the fan flower.)