About three years ago (more, maybe?), my beloved friend KJG gave me a couple of handfuls of bearded iris bulbs from her beautiful garden out at Waddell. KJG has an amazing green thumb, the result of which is a very lovely acre up against the White Tank Mountains.
Well, “green” is not the adjective we’d apply to either of my thumbs. Some of the bulbs went into the ground out front and some went into a big pot near the westside patio, where I hoped they would add to the decor.
All of them sprouted into nice, healthy-looking plants, but none showed any interest in blossoming. Eventually KJG remarked that iris are not fond of living in pots. So, agreeing that they did look a little peakèd, I pulled them out of the Miracle-Gro Fake Soil and stuck them in the dirt here and there around the yard.
The rescued pot-dwellers have survived, despite being transplanted at an infelicitous moment in their plant life-cycle.
But lo! The ones that went in under the olive tree on the front patio have bloomed in gay profusion!
I think they were inhibited by olive’s thick shade. When I had that tree pruned this winter, enough sunlight got through to the ground to make the iris happy. And so, here’s what we have…
As usual, click on the image (twice!) for higher resolution and bigger size.
Gorgeous! I also don’t have green thumbs, so I understand where you’re coming from. ;o)
Hey, that’s wonderful! So glad to be able to spread the beauty around. Mine are just about to bloom, but enjoyed the early image you provided here.
One of the neighbors has a bed of bright yellow bearded iris. They’re in full sun, though.