Iris

At the historic cemetery there is what I have been calling “the iris bed”. It is an area that I understand was planted a while back by another volunteer. It is more of a naturalized garden, with grass within and no specific border except the line around it where the grass is cut. Right next to it, except separate, is another small area with another grouping of irises.

I absolutely love irises! I have the most fond memory of my mother and father-in- law coming to our first (owned) house, a new home, with no grass on the sides or back of the house yet. They arrived with a large tin bucket of 40 iris rhysomes they had dig out of their garden, which I love and admired each time we visited.

It was past October 1st because that was our closing date, so planting, everyone agreed, was a close call. We got down on our knees on the west side of the house, dug 40 holes, and planted those irises. The irises thrived there, I put in trim and wood chips the next year, and proceeded to build out my first garden area at that house. 3 years later there were almost 400 iris rhizomes in that garden! I dug out a bunch of those and put them along the whole back fence, I traded some with neighbors, and I even gave some away.

I have wonderful memories of those purple irises. But yet they do not grow here at the townhouse. And they also do not seem to grow consistently up north. You can probably imagine my delight yesterday, when I saw this in the “iris bed” at the historic cemetery.

I was doubtful they would bloom. They do not get much sun, do not look like they have been divided in quite a few years, and have a lot of competition for nutrients. But bud there is. Just one so far. We shall watch.