Well, I Was Wrong

 

'Cascade Crest' (J. Terry Aitken, R. 1988)  - still unfurling

'Crested Surf' (Bob Bauer and John Coble, R. 2000)

I really thought my irises were done. Nope. Turns out that the ensatas were very quiet about sending up their bloom stalks until they were absolutely sure no one was watching, and then BOOOM! In the last few days, there have been so many different ensatas opening up or getting ready to open... it is just incredible. There are at least a half dozen waiting in the wings.

I guess July really is the month for iris ensata!

 

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