My Irises

 

All around me my neighbors have irises blooming...even as of over a week ago.  Here my irises are just now throwing up bloom stalks...or whatever they are called.  It looks like I will have quite a few blooms this year.  I am excited to see what they will give me.

The irises blooming this Spring will be a bit bittersweet though.  Many of them were given to me by a precious lady from church.  Betty.  Betty loved her flowers; she always had lovely flower beds all around her house.  She had irises around her house, and down her drive, I believe.  In any case, quite a few years back I'd mentioned at a ladies meeting that I wanted to start growing irises, so she said she'd give me some when she separated hers in the fall.  I wish I'd written down all the different colors she gave me, but I quite remember she gave me yellow.  They are all so lovely. 

About 2 years ago I bought myself 4 different colors of irises; two different "black" irises, and two different "blue" ones.  They are huge and ruffly, but I haven't decided if I prefer them over the classic irises.  We shall see when they all get bloomed out this year.  I think this fall I might want to add an orange color to my mix.  We will see about that too. 

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