The grass he walked through was new and a sweet smell clung to his clothes. There was blue dye on his hands from the wild irises... that the color of the sky was a shade that could never be replicated in any photograph, just as Heaven could never be seen from the confines of Earth.
- Alice Hoffman
Lovely, noble irises in fine needlepoint by Mary Miller. Professionally matted and framed.
9 1/4” x 11”