I grew up on a farm, so there was no time or effort wasted on frilly, persnickety flowers. But one flower that thrived was the iris. We had a long bed that stretched down the fence row. It never required a thing. Oh, how I'd love to have transferred that row of gorgeous irises to where I live now.
I mentioned it in my poem "I Am From Home" in an earlier entry.
This was painted for the June challenge on Studio Atelier. It's always fun to see the different variations on the chosen image. All the same, yet all different.
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