Mission Irises

my irises

This old-fashioned iris came into my hands many years ago. Someone had help the brothers at the mission dig up and thin the irises around the peripheral and she received some extra and gave them to me.

I planted them at my place of employment and the irises were vandalized (pulled up), so I brought them home and planted what was left of them in my garden.

They survived and thrived and moved with me to all the various places I have lived. And, well, they are sort of a symbol of my life.

I call them Mission Irises, but I don't know their real name.

Do you?