irises...

...a welcome on the doorstep after a weekend of gentle tlc wth mum :)

Then we had the irises, rising beautiful and cool on their tall stalks, like blown glass, like pastel water momentarily frozen in a splash, light blue, light mauve, and the darker ones, velvet and purple, black cat's ears in the sun, indigo shadow..
Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid's Tale