Because we don’t have a garden to speak of – just remnants of ones that were and the hint, here and there, of ones we barely started – I rarely cut any flowers to bring inside (Instead I tend to use weeds and tree branches or fruit we haven’t yet eaten.). We have so few that I usually don’t want to spare a bunch for a vase.
The irises are blooming this week, and between their fragility and our stormy weather, I had an excuse to bring them inside. They smell so amazing that I’ll probably make a habit of it.
In relying on them this week to brighten up our kitchen and sooth our senses after long workdays, we’ve been following a long tradition: Irises have been used to calm women in labor and fussy babies, which fun facts I would have loved to learn about a year ago!
In other flora trivia, lore has it that the fleur-de-lis, the popular design that translates as “lily flower,” is likely to have been styled after the iris. Given their historical significance, these flowers are probably less fragile than I thought.