|Anemone blanda 19 March 2022|
Fragmentary Blue - Robert Frost
Why make so much of fragmentary blue
In here and there a bird, or butterfly,
Or flower, or wearing-stone, or open eye,
When heaven presents in sheets the solid hue?
Since earth is earth, perhaps, not heaven (as yet)—
Though some savants make earth include the sky;
And blue so far above us comes so high,
It only gives our wish for blue a whet.
There was this cute and very small blue flower in my back lane garden. Where possible I have attempted to keep Rosemary’s garden going. I like to scan some of these for my memory bank. I had no idea what the plant was. My daughter Alexandra had an inkling. But because of the recent rains the flowers remained firmly closed. Today Saturday there was morning sun. They opened! I cut them and scanned them. But what are they? On my way to Southlands to see if the folks there could ID the flower my daughter called telling me that the blue flower is an Anemone blanda. She was right as in Southlands it was confirmed.
At some point I will be unable to replace all of Rosemary’s plants with new ones. Her garden, our garden and now my garden is a string of memories that haunt me. Perhaps they will dissipate a tad come May when our roses will be in bloom.
I believe that Robert Frost’s Fragmentary Blue defines to perfection why for Rosemary her favourite colour in the garden was blue. It was only later in our joint gardening that she began to accept red, orange and yellow.