My huge Bleeding Heart plant has bloomed
just in time for Pink Saturday!
The Legend of the Bleeding Heart
Written by A. F. Johnson
In days of old, when all things in the Wood had speech, there lived within its depths a lone Flax-spinner. She was a bent old creature, and ill to look upon, but all the tongues of all the forest leaves were ever kept a-wagging with the story of her kindly deeds. And even to this day they sometimes whisper low among themselves (because they fain would hold in mind so sweet a tale) the story of her kindness to the little orphan, Olga.
Our Bleeding Heart plant was given to my youngest daughter
years ago - just before he father passed away,
for her to remember him.
We transplanted it into our garden here
when she moved away to San Diego.
She lived there 7 years and moved back a while ago.
She is the one who is getting married this August!
So when they buy their first house perhaps it would be time
to transplant it again....or at least buy her a new one
to carry on her father's intent in its stead.
As always, thank you for stopping by.