My mother’s favorite, delicate and bold
among the grasses. Hard to come by
in these times, there is a place
among tall oaks where they thrive
that my father must have known,
that I visit every spring to see
they have survived, like innocence
untouched by humankind. She would ask
if I’d seen them, found them yet.
~
Baby Blue Eyes Nemophila menziesii
½-1½” diameter
4-12” height
March 14, 2016
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Understated, powerful. One of your best…
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Thank you, sir. Blank page, blank mind, it just came out.
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Dainty in the shade. Very pretty
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I always think of her when I see that hue of blue. Love this piece.
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Most gracefully written . . . Honoring a mother & father still brings the promise of long life to the son!
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