I remember all the Gardeners had Irises when I was growing up. The old timers called them "Flags" and their bloomtime coincided with Memorial Day. That meant that Gardeners would take glass jars filled with Irises (and Peonies) to decorate graves.
Our Irises come from various sources. We brought some down with us in our move 5 years ago. Richard used to have quite the collection of Irises, but we really did not have the best place for them. Or just maybe, we did not know the best place for them. Some came from both our Mom's. One is my Aunt Louise's. Caesar's Brother is a Siberian Iris. I just love its growth habit. We originally purchased it for our gardens up North. I gave a start to Mom. Ours had long since died out, and she had her blooming in profusion in her little Garden on the south side of the house.
Our Irises are about 2-3 weeks early in their bloom time this year. The Rains and Winds this week meant some did not last long. They too are precious forms of Life right here in our midst.
|This one is a puzzle to Richard and me. We don't remember it in North Dakota but we surely did bring it down. We wonder if soils have changed its original color.|