I know Iris come in prettier colors than white, but these were Granny’s iris. That makes them beautiful to me. She had a historic green thumb. I believe she could have rooted a dead stick! :—). Gardening didn’t interest me much until she was gone, and all that knowledge with her. I think of her each Spring when they bloom.
Storms predicted here tonight and tomorrow. But at least it’s the weekend!
Have a great one! Be blessed!