I try really hard to keep good records of which plants are where in the garden.
Sometimes the flowers move on me and I have to figure out who moved where.
So we are piecing together the history of a mystery iris.
I thought I got it from my dad.
I thought it had one name, he gave me another from his records.
Neither name matches this beauty.
Its features match an iris I got from Cooley’s Gardens decades ago. I thought it had disappeared.
After much discussion and comparison to photos on the American Iris Society website.
I am declaring this beauty ‘Jelly Roll.’
Welcome back Jelly Roll!
Taco Supreme is an iris of mystery.
The light plays tricks with the blooms all do long.
Its beige turns to peach
and its burgundy turns to red…or is it purple?
What a color-shifter it is!
Is this a trick or a talent?
Taco Supreme is a surprise.
I was very excited to find ‘Little Much’ amongst the ‘Persian Berry’ patch this afternoon.
I try to separate out the slow-growers.
I thought I had lost this lovely lilac and white bearded iris.
What a nice discovery on an otherwise strange day.
I hope it is a sign not to lose hope.
I am struggling with my other blog and book.
I want to drop it all until the fall.
I am the FLOWER after all!
Flow movin’ slow.
This iris bloomed for the first time on Easter morning.
It will continue to bloom periodically all summer and into the fall.
It is only about two feet high, so should be planted in the middle of a bed
instead of the usual back row of hybrid bearded iris.
It is easy to grow, elegant and deer resistant.
Bearded iris, Iris germanica ‘Immortality’.
If Iris were dresses, I’d have quite a wardrobe.
There would never be worries about what to wear.
I’d wear Persian Berry to the ballet
and dream that I too am leaping and twirling.
Easter Sunday would call for the bright, sunny yellow of Banana Frappe’.
For a run south of the border, I’d don Thunder Echo
and dance the Tango and Rumba in practical shoes with ruby buckles.
A skyscraper evening with sparkling drinks would require Immortality with diamonds.
For a night on the town, I would slip on Little Much, full of ruffles and sparkles.
For a trip to the seashore the attire would be Shipshape,
with matching blue flip flops and a straw bag and hat.
An evening at the symphony deserves an attire of Night Affair with amethyst earrings.
But since iris are just flowers and I just the gardener,
I’ll slip on my apron with tools in its pocket and dream in my garden,
My garden of dreams.