Blissful

anemone

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.

Blissful.