Rodger's iris is blooming. It's a lovely native iris, Iris cristata (Crested Iris). It's small, and doesn't flower for long, but it forms delightful clumps in the understory of woods (and woodland borders).Rodger gave me several clumps from his garden years ago, which I planted under the big red oak near the garage. We've moved some to the front of the stone pathway, too, now that the soil is developed enough.
It's a wonderful memory plant for us; Rodger was an extraordinary volunteer at the Garden (where I work), giving so much time to so many projects, from construction to plants.
He's no longer with us, but left a rich legacy, both in his work as a volunteer, a wonderful family, many things I don't know about, but also for all the plants he gave away.
