These are absolutely beautiful, aren't they? Many, many years ago when I first moved to Wisconsin my Great-great Uncle Harry gave me divisions of some of his cherished Iris plants. It was the only flower that he had in his gardens.
I carefully planted them, all in one tiny spot. Little did I know at the time that they would cross pollinate and I would end up with muddy looking Iris plants.
He would have been so disappointed in me.
I now know to keep the different colors at a distance from each other.
I have a solid white one, a deep, very tall solid purple one that is still in bud stage. I don't know their names. I'm afraid I'm one of those gardeners that plants by color, size and smell and has little interest in remembering anything but common names for the plant.