I’m sure someone can tell me what I am doing wrong, but I can never keep anemones for long. They flower beautifully, then disappear to the great herbaceous border in the sky. If I am particularly lucky they might reappear a few feet away from where they were planted, usually in a totally inappropriate place. The next year I try again, full of false hope. Some people never learn.
Once they flower I excuse any heartache they may have caused. The ethereal violet-blue blooms are especially forgiven.