One of my grandma’s irises.
Don’t hold me to this, and I’ll deny it under cross examination, but my disdain for irises seems to be waning.
This is my fourth year of daisies, but my first year that they have done really well. I moved them last year and they just kind of survived the year, but this year they are thriving. Which is big because I want them to take over a section on my yard, so I don’t have to spend so much time maintaining it.