I is for…

Iris.

Again. Yeah. I know. Can’t help myself, though. They are such a part of my life and history.

And I love them besides, because they are the real harbinger of spring in my yard. When the iris bloom, I know Spring is Finally HERE! And I am so glad that spring is finally here this year. It has taken forevah…or at least seems like it.

About as long as it has taken me to get this ‘I’ post up. First one late, I think, since I started abc-ing last year…

How I hate being late.

This one we call Ruth Raymond Blue. It is one that ‘figured itself out’ in my grandmother’s garden, and not my Aunt Ruth’s garden, as I told the story incorrectly for many years…until Dearest Sister set me straight. Go figure. Ruth Raymond Blue, Aunt Ruth…why not her garden? Seems we might have called it Birdie Kruse Blue if it came from the other one….just sayin’…no wonder I was confused…

How I hate being wrong.

Anyway, unlike last year’s I-post, these are all this year’s blooms. I have iris planted all around my house, in all parts of my yard. That extends my bloom time to a month or more for my tall beardeds. The first blooms were last week, and the last will probably happen mid-June or so. I don’t even have buds on some plants on the north side of the house.

I spoke of my new ‘old’ job? I’ve come back to work...again…with the spouse of a former co-worker (convoluted enough for you?). When I stopped by his office to say ‘hi, good to see you again!’, he said…

‘Hey, I have iris from you growing in my yard!’

Yep.