If my garden was a theater, Pacific Coast Iris (Iris douglasiana) would be the overlooked understudy or supporting actor that unexpectedly steals the show. It’s presence is subtle if not negligible for most of the year, until a couple weeks in May when it pulls out all the stops and produces flowers that would make a watercolorist pant. While this stellar performance is brief (2-3 weeks), it is memorable enough for me to seek an encore–an encore that usually requires a trip to the local nursery to add cast members to this colorful troupe of players in anticipation of next year’s return engagement.
What I was blogging about a year ago: Souvenir de Madame Leonie Viennot
A rose by any other name wouldn’t smell as sweet