During my childhood, my father grew irises in a small garden in our side yard. They were pale lavender and their fragrance was delicate and beautiful. Hubs brought home a stem with irises that are deep purple.
Their blooms are almost frilly----quite exquisite.
I just love looking at them. They are in a vase on the kitchen table.
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