The mountains are so beautiful. I forget about all the wild and wonderful streams, rivers and waterfalls that shape them until I am back; then, I think I could just stand and watch the water forever. And I had never seen a miniature iris before–no more than 2-3 inches tall and exquisite. Be still my heart.
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I am envious ! My great aunt had a home in Highlands in the 1950’s & 60’s, and we went for a week every summer. It is still one of the most beautiful places I know. Wish I could feel that cool, moist mountain air.
I also have a few specimens in my back beds My father told me they were iris tectorum- wonderful miniature irises maybe be like themChinese roof Irises. They were clandestinely grown in gutters during and after the cultural revolution. A secret beauty and delight in thee midst of enforced ugliness and uniformity