Another new iris bloomed today. This wasn’t one we bought; instead, it’s one we inherited.

Some friends of ours in Brooklyn decided to get rid of all the iris from in front of their apartment, and so last summer—as we were on the way home from celebrating Marie Severin’s 80th birthday, I think—we dropped by to rip them out of the ground. (We also dropped by for dim sum, but that’s another story.)

We ended up with around 175 new rhizomes, of which this is the first to pop. For some reason the photo doesn’t capture it looking as purple as it is in real life, but it’s beautiful nonetheless.