My first Iris was an unknown which I found growing near the foundation of a house long gone, out in the prairie surrounding the new subdivision where my parents bought their first home when I was ten years old. I was enchanted with this *strange* flower (I'd never seen an Iris before) and talked my Dad into going out there with me to dig it up and bring it home. Out we went with his shovel and brought that Iris home. It was tan and burgundy in color (to the best of my recollection) and grew just fine in our garden. I considered it mine. When we moved from that house (I was eighteen by then and my life was filled with things much more *important* and exciting than an Iris), my Dad did not bring his flowers with him. I have never seen that Iris again -- that I'm aware of -- but I'm certain that it sponsored the purchase of *Suave* years later when I discovered that Schreiner's SOLD Irises -- all kinds of Irises!! Life has never been the same!
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