My mom always grew iris in the yard - and not just those generic yellow ones, either. She had black ones and cantaloupe-colored ones, white-over-purple, brown, and (this one was my favorite), white. I can remember staying up at night when the iris were in bloom, worrying that the strong winds would destroy the delicate flowers. (I took things hard back then. And I am pretty sure one could make the argument that I haven't changed. At all.)
I keep a few iris in my yard, but over the years the colorful ones I got from my mom's yard have dwindled and just the generic yellow ones are left. I suppose if I understood plant genetics, I would know why that happened - although I suppose there is a slight chance that it might have something to do with my hands-off gardening philosophy.
Today's rain left water hanging onto the bud of this iris.
Lubbock, Texas
(Flower lens by C. D. V.)
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