Bluets

Bluets

Beautiful delicate little flowers. A delight to spot them. Madder family. Native. Last week, we went to an oratorio which included this short poem written by a troubled WWII soldier (John Meneely) to his wife:

I know a land where roses bloom
And bluets mark their compass points.
The oriole with findlong tongue
The breeze anoints.
This land I know within my heart
Is lost unless you bring the chart.

Bluets, Quaker Ladies, Azure Bluets, Innocence (Houstonia caerulea)

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