The White Iris Outside the Basement Door . . . Again

My blog friend Juliet of Seasonal Inspirations in New Zealand just did a post about the repetition inherent in a blog about the changing seasons. It's Autumn in NZ and she and her friends are digging sweet potatoes, (See her post HERE.)  I thought of her  when I went out the basement door to fill the bird feeder and saw that the glorious white iris was blooming again. 

Every year, it kind of bowls me over -- the way the sun shines through the petals, the play of light and shadow . . .

And every year I take pictures -- probably indistinguishable from those of the year before . . . 

And then I go out the next day and there are more blooms . . .

And the sun is catching the red barberry leaves just so . . .

And a pair of blooms are unfolding in a stately pas de deux . . .

And the curves and shapes and shades and shadows are so delicious . . .

And I take more pictures . . . for my annual ode to the white iris just outside the basement door.