I’ve written about my irises before as they are what’s left of the Victorian irises given to me by my stepmom, Phyllis.
When I moved into my house she gave me a number of iris rhizomes from her garden. When I left my house in the dead of winter, I was only able to dig up a few. It took 3 years for them to bloom. This year they are so lovely and instead of four, I have five – happy dance.
They are not only lovely, they are a strong reminder of Phyll, whom I miss every day. I know she’d smile at this shared love of these very tall Victorian beauties.
They are as tall as my shoulder. I am 5’2-1/2″ tall.
I hope you enjoy them as much as I do.