Midway, The Inner Landscape

Forget-me-not

Blue and white My neighbor's backyard is full of these little flowers, spreading in an area where she would just as soon not mow. She lets them go until they are past their prime and mows then. Last year she offered me some for a bare patch in my backyard, but we never got around to transplanting them. 

Left to their own devices, though, they found their way to both my back and front yard. I asked for a dispensation for this little clump in front when the lawn mower roared its way around yesterday. 

They don't fall within the confines of a flower bed exactly, so their disposition needed settling. 

This morning I crouched beside them to take this picture, a cat by my side. They're lovely and hardy and profuse when left to ramble.

If you mow them down, they will come back next year.

Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they neither toil nor spin, yet I tell you, even Solomon in all his glory was not clothed like one of these. But if God so clothes the grass of the field, which is alive today and tomorrow is thrown into the oven, will he not much more clothe you—you of little faith? (Matthew 6:28b-30,NRSV)

There's something thrilling about a little wild flower, popping up unexpectedly, beautiful and joyous. Bright white and Bahama ocean blue, they look like summer and heat and outside and possibility. 

On this first day of being 49, I look ahead to new possibilities, hoping to be wild and beautiful and joyous, just like the forget-me-nots, for as long as I last.

7 thoughts on “Forget-me-not”

  1. Happy Birthday, Songbird!
    Several years ago when a “weed police” neighbor was criticizing me for letting violets (our state flower no less) come up here and there in the driveway and sidewalk, I mowed him down by saying I find it nearly miraculous the way the determined little flowers manage to grow, thrive, and blossom amid all the ugly concrete. (A friend who lives nearby said if he ever commented on her yard, she’d lie and say she’d intentionally planted “groundcover” to soften the edges of the pavement.)
    As much as I loathe it when people dump chemicals on their lawns in an effort to create a most un-natural putting-green type turf, my lawn is so overrun now with Creeping Charlie and Dandylions that it may be time for a little spot treatment. Yeah, when you’ve got 40% weeds to 60% grass, it’s probably time to do something about it. I also think I spotted some poison ivy. Not good.

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  2. Songbird: Many Happy Returns of the Day!!!
    Weed-flowers are one of my favourite reminders of the work of the Holy Spirit: subversive, surprising, daring and beautiful
    (rather like YOU)!

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  3. Have a happy, happy day my friend! Gifts of bloom to show us that we really should bloom where we are planted, no? :c)

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  4. Happy Birthday Songbird!
    And what a lovely gift of beautiful, delightful wildflowers, like forget-me-not to be givento a beautiful and delightful woman on this your special day!!!
    Savour and celebrate!

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