It’s funny because I can’t ever remember this iris blooming. It surprised me a few mornings ago when it’s color caught me eye and made me smile. Iris’ are special in my family and seeing these blooming in the yard makes me want to plant more.
Bulbs really are a cherished thing. They sleep in the ground just long enough for them to slip our mind come spring. Then they bloom in a furry and fade away just as fast as they came. (Thank you to my daughter for taking the first photo above, which proved to be better than most of mine.)