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My father-in-law, Tug Boursaw, used to call these “flags,” which I think is adorable. I’d only ever heard them referred to as “Iris” in my sheltered childhood. We lost Tug many years ago and miss him terribly, but every time I see a “flag,” I think of him. And he grew some beautiful ones in his yard.
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