Purple Iris

Who can imagine a more perfect confluence of design, function and beauty than that represented by the simplest flower?  Any one of its attributes alone is miraculous: the vivid or subtle display of color; the exquisite dance of sepal, petal, stamen and pistil; the complex and wondrous fragrance that no perfume can improve upon.  Each year flowers call our attention with quiet insistence to the eternal rhythms of nature, striking a resonance that lies deep within us.

“And ‘tis my faith that every flower
enjoys the air it breathes.”
William Wordsworth

                                                Olivia Cameo Lewis
January 2001