I’m so excited about my bearded iris. I mean really REALLY excited! I wanted to plant one in my garden for years; but for whatever reason, I didn’t until last summer when I came across this one unexpectedly at Lowe’s, popped it into my cart, and later that day popped it into the soft soil near the pond. It was too late in the season for blooms then, so I’ve patiently waited for nearly a year for this display.
They take me back. Back to my childhood where bearded irises by the dozens flanked the steps to Brentwood’s “borough building,” which housed the police station and the library. Mom called those bearded irises “flags,” and they smelled like grapes.
