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Welcoming Life

Forget-Me-Not

Tucked in among the tangle of weeds and granite stones are clumps of Forget-Me-Nots which appear every spring in five or six places around our family's  turn-of -the century cottage in Maine. Like the Lady Slippers in the woods, these little blue flowers bloom each year, acting as reminders that even under harsh conditions, beauty can survive.
Henry David Thoreau described the Forget-Me-Not this way "It is more beautiful for being small and unpretending."
The phrase perfectly describes the natural beauty that delights the eye here; there are no formal gardens, no sculpted trees or trimmed hedges. There is a relatively new (ten years is considered "new" here) stone wall, which was built in honor of my parents. The family with whom we share the cottage the other half of the summer planted a variety of day lilies in back of the stone wall. There is a row of Rosa Rugosa by the side of the cottage which blooms mid summer and whose branches are bent by the prevailing winds from the ocean. As the spring and summer seasons progress--Buttercups and red and yellow  Wild Paintbrush begin to dot the grass.Tiger Lilies bloom in front of small fence to the side of the cottage and Blue Flag Iris  bloom beside a circle of stones that marks the place where my grandmother planted her garden. My grandmother came to this cottage for over fifty years; she came in late May and left in late October. We have photographs of the garden she created and tended, but the next generations were/are not here long enough to care for a garden, so we depend on the beauty provided by the wild flowers and hardy perennials.
They are survivors. They carry a welcome message. They say "Forget-Me-Not."

4 Comments to Forget-Me-Not:

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patty on Monday, May 27, 2013 10:00 AM
Loved it!
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connie on Tuesday, May 28, 2013 12:39 PM
Thank you, Patty. Your visits will always be part of the "forget-me-nots."


connie on Tuesday, May 28, 2013 12:37 PM
Thank you, Patty. Your visits will always be part of the "forget-me-nots"
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Ssam on Sunday, June 09, 2013 6:16 PM
I really like this. I like the sentiment. We have all the flowers. I love the history that goes with your "cottage." I wish my family had kept my grandmother's house in Matunuck, but no one had time or money. Family history and traditions are precious. We need to keep them alive. You and I seem to do that. You have a stronger feeling than most and I think that is wonderful. Thanks for writing this.
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