Oh My Bleeding Heart
It was the irises who took the stage earlier this week, but I assure you, this bleeding heart is a thing of beauty. It’s in a strange spot, in a full sun bed, but safe until the summer solstice, when the sun moves enough to burn it up.
I love this plant….I don’t know that it would survive long down here! Spring is popping up everywhere!
I killed my last bleeding heart plant, but recently bought another which is doing well. They are lovely, aren’t they? Their flowers remind me of the Sacred Heart.
I grew up (until I was 10, anyway) in the Rock River Valley in IL, near Rockford. We had bleeding hearts, bluebells, and lilacs on the bushes in our back yard, and they all fascinated me: the lilacs for their scent and brevity, the bluebells for their vibrant color and shape, and the bleeding hearts both for their uniqueness and for what they represented.
Mom had a devotion to the Sacred Heart, so whenever I saw a bleeding heart, I saw Jesus.
Hmm…maybe I should write about this, too.
How do you always manage to inspire me?????