Forget-Me-Nots in a South Somerset garden, and a poetic tribute to them.

Lots of wood forget-me-nots have sprung up beneath a holly hedge in my garden.  Below are a couple of photos of them and a very appropriate poem in tribute to them. 

And closer in!

The Forget-Me-Not Fairy

By Cicely Mary Barker

So small, so blue, in grassy places

My flowers raise

Their tiny faces.

 

By streams my bigger sisters grow

And smile in gardens

In a row.

 

I’ve never seen a garden plot;

But though I’m small

Forget me not.

Oxeye daisies in a South Somerset garden.

I have allowed the oxeye daisies in my garden to spread along the borders and form clumps on the lawn, in fact they have taken root all over the place.  They are one of my favourite wild flowers and are always guaranteed to lift the spirits whether seen in the garden, hedgerow or roadside verge.

The roses seem to be in pretty good health too after enjoying a couple of very warm dry months.  No sign of any aphids, black spot, or rust – yet!