This story has been told on here before but, I’ll make it short. For many years I collected irises. It was always irises that had been given to me by friends or that we found along roadsides or in fields. I never bought any but they multiply quickly and friends had been very kind to share with me through the years. When I lived in Lake Charles, LA, a lady I worked with shared some of hers that had come from her mom’s collection. That was in about 1990. I dug them up and moved them with me to Kentucky and along the way, friends would give me this one or that one. When we moved to Missouri, I dug a sampling of the irises and brought them with me.
The move from Missouri to Texas was just a little crazy and very stressful and in the process of moving here, I never dug up any of my irises. I had them in four or five places at the house in MO.
In this picture, you can see that some have fallen across the front walkway.
Here are some on the side of the house.
I had planted them along the back retaining wall.
Here’s a very pretty one.
Last year I was moaning and complaining about not having any irises and a very nice blog reader offered to send me some of her irises. She did and I planted them in October, 2017. They all came up and were growing just fine. I doubted I would get any blooms this year. I went out the other day and I was walking past the irises, not paying much attention and what did I see?
This is one and there’s another one on the far end. They are going to bloom this year. I was so happy. I ran back to the house . .
Me: Vince! Can you please come outside? I want to show you something!
Vince: Is it a snake?
Vince: Is it cherries?
Vince: Is it pears?
Vince: (As we were getting close to it) An iris!
I think he was as happy as I was to see it. Maybe he just knows how much I love them and he was happy that I was so excited. It’s been seven years since I had an iris blooming and I hope to have many more through the years.
Some day when I’m back in MO, now that Chad is back living in that town, not even a block from our old house, I may knock on the door and ask if I can dig up a few. I’d be really happy to have some of my old irises back. Even if I never get any of my old ones back, I’m happy to have some that a blog reader cared enough to dig up and send to me.