Yes, you came to the right place Lilli.
We refer to ourselves at iris nuts but there is so much more to our love of the iris plant. When I was a little girl we moved from a tree lined city neighborhood to a the farm. I remember helping my mother unpack boxes and boxes. On opening one box I found ... ~~CHICKENS, PROVERBS AND RHIZOMES~~. There in the box were mother's clean little dish towels with crocheted cotton lace on each end and chickens embroidered on them. They each had an adage such as 'waste not, want not' or 'Do unto others....' and each was loosely rolled up to make a little package of sorts. I picked one up and gently unfolded it and there in the center was the cleanest rhizome you ever saw. I refolded it knowing that this was something precious to my mother. As she explained a little later the rhizomes were packed in the dish towels according to color... the yellow iris with the little yellow chicks, the purple iris with the chickens among violets, etc. And each one came with a story. A bright colored one from her aunt when she was a new bride and the depression had left everyone feeling hopeless. A sweet pink she and her first two little girls planted and watched over. A tall orange one from a neighbor whos health was failing and that gave it to her for weeding her garden. It was probably the only thing the old lady had to give. My mother cherished it. She told me that no matter where they bloomed each one was a piece of family, friend and home.
Irises are like a thread running through my life from childhood connecting all the parts together. I love sharing irises. I love thinking that someday I will bring a smile and memory when a shared iris blooms. I love irises.... confessions of a true iris nut.
Yes, you came to the right place, Lilli..... and I am so glad you did.
It's drizzlling out and I have to go out in it in a few minutes to feed horses, so I want to start out warm anyway! When I'm finished, I want to come into a warm house at least.
Bonnie!! 
