I bought this iris last fall, 2018, but lost the name. I've tried looking all over the internet and pinterest to find it, but have been unsuccessful. It is a standard dwarf iris in a true turquoise blue with white markings on the falls and a light yellow beard.
There is nothing like the beauty of springtime. So many choices for gardens, beautiful colors, and something fun to do as a family. I love when you walk outside after it rains, and find rain drops on flowers. The air smells so fresh.
When you think of it, appearance wise, just how far is a dahlia from a chrysanthemum? Yet, there are a few flowers for which there is no comparison. The iris is such a flower.
This image was taken by my daughter. She has a short walk from a parking garage to her place of employment so she passes the First Presbyterian Church everyday.
My cousin sent me this bearded iris from Arkansas last year. I put it in a pot so I would remember where it was.
I had planted my irises a few years ago. They have really taken off well and are beautiful this year. They are native around here and grow very well in our climate.
After many tries to get something to grow in this bed that is always in the direct sun, these iris came to the rescue, and get better every year. I just love them!
It was in design for a few years. I learned a whole new language. Those 'darling' designers used a lot of adjectives that to me, had little meaning.
You won't find an iris more plain or simple than this. It was about the only one to adorn the flower beds around 1900, before intensive cross breeding began.