My father grew these and I miss having them in my own yard.
The lavender and deep purple ones are so appealing but having them in my favorite color, pink, would be awesome, too. The yellow ones are perky and the white ones, dainty and pretty.
My father's iris were lavender. The other day, I drove by my childhood home and stopped in front to see if iris still grew where they did so many years ago. They were gone. Perhaps dug up and discarded (or, hopefully, replanted in a different location.)
Irresistible iris, you touch my heart. HAVE YOU EVER GROWN IRIS?
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