This Iris plant has bloomed every year in our alley.
Nobody in the neighborhood knows who planted it or when. We've lived in our house for 34 years and it has bloomed every year. The woman whose garage that was, had lived in her house for 15-20 years before we moved in and she didn't plant it. Someone had thought to beautify this utilitarian passage with a little color. The rest of the plants are a combination of ground cover and weeds but this iris makes me smile every year.
Yesterday I took this picture, along with the close-up below.
Alley Iris Close-up
During the afternoon our daughter-in-law called with a small emergency with the garage door of the house they had just moved into the day before. My son was unable to go home so we went to help. We stayed for dinner. We were gone about four hours and left during a drenching thunderstorm. When we returned home the storm had already passed our area and left in its wake a cowering Iris, water still dripping from its leaves.
A humbled Iris
The weather bureau said this storm was the worst in 50 years. Two people died in the flash floods caused by this storm, one a small child in a stroller that was swept by the sudden current in an underpass where the mother had run for shelter from heavy hail stones. In light of that it is definitely inappropriate to be sad over an Iris, so I'll just prop it up, enjoy it while it lasts then wait until it blooms again next year.