It was a celebration for me yesterday (it doesn't take much). My pink iris opened for the first time.
I showed it to my lawn guy who has been avoiding it with the weed eater. And my dear neighbor was also a guest at the celebration. I've been trying to get one for 5 or 6 years. When it opened I dedicated the first bloom to my little great granddaughter, Emerson. Just seemed like a great idea.