Written a month ago, I found this incomplete post in my drafts folder. These are likely my favorite flower in our garden for history and brevity of bloom alike:
Our dwarf iris love their home here in our garden. They more than double every year, from three modest clumps to rows and rows and rows.
They came from my father-in-laws farm, transplanted there from my husband’s Aunt Ruby’s house around the time of her death, saving a piece of her and her garden.
Previously, they were the first blooms in the spring, jumping ahead of crocus by maybe a week. This year, they were weeks behind the crocus, I think due to the extreme cold blast we had coming out of winter.