Ms. Borage

She chooses her place

in a gown of velvet green

crowned by a pink blur of stars

bowing from rounded stems

she bristles to my touch

preferring bumblebees

A bee is just visible on the lower left flower

©️2018 Ontheland

12 thoughts on “Ms. Borage

  1. She’d certainly bristle to my touch! I tried to grow borage when I had my first ‘garden’ about eight square feet of balcony in Paris. It attracted masses of greenfly. I thought I’d read somewhere that vinegar was good against greenfly so I sprayed it. It died within hours.

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    1. It’s always sad when a plant doesn’t survive…borage self seeds nicely when it finds a locale it likes. You’d probably have more luck where you are now.

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      1. The base soil is clay here too. When I first moved here eight years ago I had a surge of energy and dug out the garden in the spring when the clay was wet and mixed in purchased topsoil creating a raised garden of sorts surrounded with rocks and chicken wire to keep the many rabbits out. I think back and wonder how I ever did it…the bugs were awful and the clay was heavy and stuck to my shovel. I think it must have been the sheer novelty of having somewhere to dig.

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      2. That’s exactly what we did in our first garden. People thought we were stark staring mad. It was quite a small garden, full of flowering trees and shrubs, a summer house and a garage. We began bu demolishing the garage. First point of craziness—who demolishes a garage? Where does the car live? Answer—on the public car park, it’s only a heap of metal not a family pet. It left a huge hole that we filled in with top soil from a farm down at the bottom of the mountain (the town is perched on a glacial outcrop). The lorry needed special permission to come up the windy road. In the end we had a sort of massive raised bed of a garden that we terraced. We had four children to act as slave labour to help though 🙂

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      3. That’s hilarious. I assume you’re joking but I don’t really know how common that sort of fear was or is acted on in Europe. I’ve heard of bomb shelters in the States…less here in Canada I think.

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