We have had heavenly iris growing weather here in Montana. Honestly, I have been afraid to be gone long because I feel like I am the person entrusted to communicate this beauty and it could disappear any moment. But I got one more. I keep getting one more. It's a reprieve. A graciously accepted apology from an unworthy supplicant.
Thank you, powers that be.
I only have two of these deep purple variants of the iris rainbow. But wonders haven't ceased yet, I got this painting.
I learned about deadheading them, which helped keep them doing their thing, and to not be bogged down with the gossamer detritus of their amazing petals turning to a cocoon of seed.
There is much to this iris lore.