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This is another one of my very favorite plants but I don't have it in my garden. I didn't think there was room for it. Only now, after I have planted something else in the one spot that it could have gone, do I realize how much I miss it. I may have to sacrifice the other plant that is there just so I can find a place for this beauty. Trichostema lanatum, Woolly Blue Curls, wants to be left alone on a hill of perfect drainage and absolutely no summer water. Even then, sometimes it fails to thrive but it is worth the effort.


 
Tonight I just did a bunch of brainstorming and then picked through it to see what I could come up with. I started with the image of a dancer, a ballarina, as that's what it reminds me of at first glance.

dancing ballarina
poised ballarina
waiting ballarina
ballarina waits
ballarina preens
dancing ballarina waits
prima ballarina waits
ballarina plie
Arabesque
bees gather around
bees want to dance
plant on a hill and forget it
ignore it
left alone in summer sun
ignorance is bliss
waterless in the sun
native lavender
lavender blue
blue fuzzy
royal blue
royal blue fuzz
royal fuzzy blue
prima ballarina waits
ballarina dances
bees
guests
audience
awaits
will soon arrive
dance in the chorus
dance all around
partnering with bees
dancing with the bees
 

Woolly Blue Curls

royal fuzzy blue
ballarina Arabesque
dancing with the bees


--- Susan Taylor Brown
      April 9, 2009

 

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kateshort
April 10th, 2009 01:12 pm (UTC)
Wow, that's a neat plant! I've never seen one like that before. It really does look like a dancer.
susanwrites
April 11th, 2009 05:32 am (UTC)
Thanks, Kate. It was one of the few times that I looked and immediately saw and image.
writerjenn
April 10th, 2009 09:58 pm (UTC)
I can see the ballerina in the flower!
susanwrites
April 11th, 2009 05:33 am (UTC)
Thanks, Jenn. I saw that ballerina right away and then had to find a way to work her into the poem.
beckylevine
April 10th, 2009 11:29 pm (UTC)
I love the dancing part.
susanwrites
April 11th, 2009 05:33 am (UTC)
Thanks, Becky.
sealy38
April 11th, 2009 04:06 am (UTC)
You are drawing me into the garden, Susan! This blue darling is enchanting. Love that it's a native.
susanwrites
April 11th, 2009 05:42 am (UTC)
Thanks Lee. I'm glad the haiku are working some garden magic.
(Anonymous)
April 11th, 2009 06:20 am (UTC)
I want to come and sit in your garden. Both your pictures and your words are absolutely beautiful. I hope they are the seedlings of a book!
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