Over the years I’ve received iris bulbs from family and friends. These have been the heirloom or old-fashioned kind – great pass along plants.
They were planted in a field across from our driveway because heirloom irises cannot endure regular watering. That’s the reason they can be found near old abandoned homesteads and in cemeteries.
So they perform poorly some years depending on the amount and timing of rainfall.
This year they have bloomed abundantly and have provided many bouquets for the house. There are probably a 100 bulbs although I haven’t counted them. Many should be divided, but I can’t seem to muster the energy to do that at the proper time of hot August and September.
There hasn’t been oodles of rain – just enough at the right times. A few drops on these petals are from just a misting of rain.
They hold their own among the weeds and wild grass. In the past I have attempted to pull weeds from around them, but they come back so quickly that I’ve given up. I do mow paths around the rows just to make it easier to see them and to cut the flowers.
A few years ago I ordered some reblooming irises to plant in the yard. These actually need regular water.
In the background of this picture, you can see beyond our actual yard.
Last year I divided those and put some in other flower beds around the house, so now some are visible from windows in every direction. Makes for a lovely spring view.
If the weather cooperates, they all should rebloom in the fall.
Although purple ones are my favorite, the muted shades offer a soft touch.
It’s amazing that the wind doesn’t beat them to death each year. Even though the individual blooms don’t last but a few days, there are enough new blooms each day that the show lasts for weeks.
Third year was the charm for this Bridal Wreath Spirea (Spiraea prunifolia). For the first two years, the small smattering of flowers made me doubt the wisdom of buying this plant.
This year every branch was crammed full of gorgeous blossoms.
Spring has been a great surprise this year with fields full of wildflowers and a yard full of flowers.
“What we all knew to be true: what makes you cool in middle school makes you a failure in life.” Unknown