The Bearded Ladies of Fayetteville

I love bearded ladies and by that I mean irises and not women with beards. (And yes, that’s a thing, too.) Irises are sometimes called bearded ladies because of the thick, bushy “beards” on the lower petals of the blooms. In our Washington-Willow historic neighborhood of Fayetteville, and all over the South, irises are in full bloom. They are my favorite flower because they remind me of my Nana who always grew them. One whiff of that sweet smell transports me back to the home place every time.

Here are a few pictures I took only steps from our porch.

Just wow. I love this apricot/rose color. If I knew the name, I’d tell you, but there are hundreds of varieties, and I’m certainly no expert.

These deep dark purple irises look like velvet. This might possibly be Superstition or Red Velvet Cake, but don’t hold me to it. Regardless, they are stunning.

This purple and white iris got her beard wet in the storm, but she sure smells nice.

This one came from my own garden. It’s called Decadence. A name that fits, for sure.

This black iris came from my garden too. Love.Her.

 

Check out this pale lavender and yellow. So delicate.

Another classic below. This one’s called Accent (I think).

Snowy white. What a beauty.

Of all the bearded ladies of Fayetteville, here are my personal favorites:

the Annabelle…

and Lucy.

Ha.

Are you an iris fan? Do you have a favorite?

Grace Grits and Gardening

Farm. Food. Garden. Life.

“If you take a flower in your hand and really look at it, it’s your world for a moment.”
― Georgia O’Keeffe

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Musical Pairing:

Goo Goo Dolls – Iris