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During the sale of our family home I dug up my Gran’s iris’s by the back door. It took them a couple seasons to settle in. Twenty years later they have been divided and shared and are going strong. The lore of these iris’s is my Gran would tell me as a child they were one hundred years old, planted when the house was built. I loved hearing that story. That makes them one hundred forty years old now, and I’m just now searching out seeking to learn how to care for them properly. I’m so thankful for this website!

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