Forget-Me-Nots
I have posted several times recently about spring this year—which I think is more about the way I’m noticing it, after much of the past year seemed caught in an earthquake-induced stasis against which seasonal change did not register …
Or putting it another way—it felt, for a long time, as though “winter” was a state of mind, one that was going to endure forever.
At any rate, I’ve really been noticing this year’s
spring. And today I realised that various parts of my garden have become a mist of blue—the delicate, joyful blue of forget-me-nots. Now I know that a lot of people regard forget-me-nots as a weed—together with a few other plants that are perennial in my garden, such as Flanders poppies and columbine—but I feel that any “ordinariness” potentially associated with forget-me-nots through the rest of the year is more than compensated for by seeing that mist of blue across my garden every spring.
And like all good things, forget-me-nots, too, should be shared; hence the pics. π
I was also delighted to spot the purple irises in their midst, which are not just the first for this year, but also the first blooms I have had since I planted them out seven years ago. I transplanted the roots from my mother’s garden, together with the surrounding Michaelmas daisies, but although the “daisies” (really an aster in the case of the Michaelmas kind, I believe) have flowered vigorously every year since, the irises have required more patience.
A friend told me a while back—when I was a-worritin’ that I wasn’t spending enough time in the garden because of book commitments—that “gardens are patient.” So perhaps it’s fitting that gardeners are patient, too. π
Ah right, it’s spring down at your place. Here it’s autumn and I get all sorts of photos with golden and red trees and a hazy sun. π
Yes, it takes some getting your head around sometimes, that everything is opposite down here—and festivals like Halloween definitely don’t fit the season. Clearly we need some new festivals! π