This somewhat wind blown iris came from bulbs that have been transplanted twice, and I’ve managed to keep them alive. The bulbs were originally planted by my dad, years ago. When my mother to the city where I now live, she dug up the bulbs so they could be planted in my yard. They survived that first move well.
Six years ago, I moved to my current house. I dug up the bulbs and replanted them in my new yard. Now, I like to garden, but I’m no expert, and my plants suffer when I get busy and neglect them. These past six years have been extraordinarily busy. But, the irises have come back every year. They are probably my favorite reminder of my dad, who loved gardening and never neglected any of his plants.