The irises survived being transplanted from there to here, and have taken hold. I am so happy! Even though there were bright green leaves, I wasn’t sure there would be any flowers. The bit of rain we’ve had recently, coupled with my sporadic (and mostly forgetful) watering seems to have done the trick.
Some of these are reblooming irises courtesy of Grandmeow, while the bulk of them came from my good friend over the hill in California. We both have the same plants, so have decided to call it the S and E celebratory iris garden. They bring the warm fuzzies to my heart.