Last year, toward the end of summer, the Mister came home with a bundle of rhizomes from a friend's backyard and stuck them in the ground, knowing nothing about their color or size. Infact, all that was left were the gnarled, dirt-encrusted root divisions that needed new homes. Well, after they were buried we all promptly forgot about them. Until yesterday, when I saw this.
And this. What lovliness!