The irises outside my back door are in bloom. Their shades of purple and graceful shapes are so pretty. I know they are old-fashioned and out of style, but I just love how they don't know that and keep coming back year after year anyway. I would no more uproot a bed of irises to be "fashionable" than I would throw away my great-grandmother's teapot.
And I'm pretty sure this little gem was never in style.
