To experience the sight of hundreds of irises that decorate our fields each year almost cancels the annoyance of the biting insects. Almost.
The landscape here morphs from the flat, visibly lifeless death mask of winter to the exquisite vibrancy of spring/summer in a matter of days. It's almost as if nature fires some sort of silent starting pistol and an almost infinite variety of biomass races to maturity. A special delight this year is the number of BEES - lots and lots of them - sometimes two or three per flower.