I dug up this iris from the house on Nixon Lake Road. This is a pretty, old fashioned variety whose flowers barely makes it through one day before they melt in the sun. The new varieties have thicker, more robust flowers. I love the old ones and the new ones. I like to imagine the woman that grew this little yellow iris 50 years ago that was delighted with the pretty flower - she had no way of knowing that years later they would make leaps with their quality. Who is to say we are better off? This little iris is still here, and it endured through decades of droughts and neglect.
Monday, April 4, 2016
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