My Iris memories began with my great-grandmother and her daughter. (that grinner in the pink dress is me ). Great-grandma Jessie had Iris lining the walkway leading out of her back door at their small house in town. At that time, Gramma lived on five semi-rural acres. She was busy most often with the kitchen garden and the cow and the pig, but she had Iris, Peonies, and Lily of the Valley. All three of which are still favorites for me.