July 8, 2004
The Iris and Rose
In my life I have discovered two beautiful flowers that grow in my
garden. Both the iris and the rose are planted in my backyard garden. While
the iris is exotic and dazzling in color, the roses are beautifully
romantic and inviting to the eye.
In history the Persian poet Hafiz called the rose “a beauty spot on
the cheek of the world”. During the Middle Ages, the rose was a symbol of
the Resurrection and the Virgin Mary. Pope Hadrian / had placed roses over
his confessional as a joyful symbol of silence. The iris was the goddess of
the rainbow and a messenger to the gods. Iris was shuttled between haven
and earth atop colorful arcs. Whenever she stepped on earth, iris flowers
sprang up in all the hues of the rainbow.
Roses are sweetly scented. The colors and sizes of the roses are
exquisite. The rose is a very delicate flower; that comes in a wide variety
of colors, ranging from pure white through yellow, pink and orange to red.
Roses can have two or more colors blended together. My preference is the
red rose, the pink, the white and the yellow. Irises come in virtually
every color in the world, sky blue to the deepest ocean blues, blazing
coppers, radiant red, saffron yellows, and soft rosy pink. There are also
the innumerable color combinations, multihued beauties, contrasting beards,
and other unique patterns.
The rose petals form a distinctive raised cone shape. Roses are
straight-stem and upright growing in the garden. Each stems bears only one
rose. The iris has six petals. The three inner petals point up and are
called standards. The three outer petals of the irises are called falls.
The beards are the hairs that grow in the center of the falls. The gray-
green leaves are long, flat and pointed, and overlap almost like a fan.
In my garden both of the flowers were planted close together
because of their uniqueness. Through storms and drought, insects and
animals, they grow facing the sun. I also plant other flowers in my garden.
I have mixed grand iris, playful daisies, lush lilacs, tender baby’s breath
and roses. Each summer the flowers make a majestic spray on my dining room