I've never been the hugest fan of our Iris's aesthetics. They're not quite white, not quite purple usually. But they were planted by Steve's grandmother decades ago, so they're sentimental. Especially since I never got to meet his grandmother.
Still. Not quite white, but not quite purple? Blah.
year, something strange happened. I dunno if it's because of cross-pollination or because they were thinned recently, but one got stripes!
And I guess, in the end, it doesn't really matter how it happened. Something bland and blah and old that I thought would never change became super cool without any notice.
Happy birthday, Lisa B.
7 hours ago