I've known a lot of ladies named Iris over the years.
All of them have escaped me long ago and my reminiscent vantage here in old age provides little wisps of that which once was but is no more. Yes, they cross my thoughts periodically and I sometimes wonder how and where they are in these, my latter days.
These ladies are named for a lovely plant with sword shaped leaves and petal bound flowers which generally run in the purple, yellow, and white coloration.
This particular plant was one I knew from childhood as it was a favorite of my beloved late grandma Ida Lou Whetstone Williamson from the Hollow Creek community in Aiken County, South Carolina.
She was one of the most prolific flower gardeners I ever knew. She loved me very much and I have missed her more over the years than I can adequately express.
The iris is native to both sides of the pond to include the entirety of Eurasia.
The flower is a cultivar known by most gardening aficionados and I have witnessed contests featuring their blooms.
Each May 8 finds us observing Iris Day. The day is about celebrating the attractive late spring blooms of the plant.
Regardless of your opinion of gardening the iris deserves your attention in the name of that beauty they impart to our world.