This morning was crispy with frost, and my white iris are blooming. I found these old fashioned iris flowering along the roadside in Piggoreet, and brought a couple of corms home. It has taken two years for them to settle in and flower. Maybe they like this colder spring. My deep purple and my amber-gold bearded iris haven't a bud on them yet.
A hundred years ago Piggoreet was a thriving township of several hundred families, with schools, pubs, churches and shops. There is nothing left now, just paddocks and here and there some scattered old fruit trees and remnants of old gardens.
Near the town is a water race built of rocks by Chinese miners, snaking like a stone dragon along the creek valley.
A hundred years or so ago, someone brought these snowy flowers to the new mining town and planted them and loved them. Now they are flowering for me.
A hundred years or so ago, someone brought these snowy flowers to the new mining town and planted them and loved them. Now they are flowering for me.
7 comments:
What a treasure to have found and then given a new home. I love the name Piggoreet...
Sorry I can't send you over some flowers! This will have to do.
They are just beautiful...Once i watched an iris open...it made such a soft papery sound...I can almost hear that sound in this photograph...
Now I can hear that too - thank you Suzanna
beautiful angel flowers...iris
areamazing creatures...will wait
against all odds until found and
transplanted.
My iris' didn't flower at all last year, I'm hoping for a better show this year.
Suddenly, over two days all my dark iris are covered with buds. I think this spring we'll have a wonderful display
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