My brother told me once that if I planted Forget-me-nots in the garden, I’d never see the end of them and you know, he was right. They spread. They pop up everywhere. (It’s wonderful). They came from my mother’s garden and they always remind me of her. (She passed away 21 years ago next Monday)
But I was over in Glasnevin Cemetery where my parents are buried and I had an idea. That graveyard is so cold, windswept and stony that nothing grows there – nothing that is – except maybe for Forget-me-nots?
So I had an idea for a new art installation. A secret “time-based” piece, what you might call: “Guerrilla art” and this was it:
For the sake of all those lonely, un-tended graves where no one visits, what if I were to plant Forget-me-nots – firstly on my parents’ grave – but then the following year, the seeds would’ve blown around and established themselves in nearby graves and then, as the years passed, they would spread further and further until every year, for the month of May, the whole graveyard would be covered in a carpet of tiny skyblue flowers, and the poor lonely souls need never feel neglected again.
Well, that was my idea – and I tried it once but no, even the Forget-me-nots couldn’t eke out a living in that barren place. So that was that, or so I thought, and the years passed and even plastic flowers wouldn’t stay put where they’d been put.
But then, one day I went to check on a flowerpot I’d brought over from our garden, a pot which had contained some healthy Campanula flowers.
Now Campanula, as you probably know, is the type of flower that would grow out of cracks in the wall if you let them (see above) but no, even they had withered and died in this arid desert of a place.
But wait! The pot was still there; the dead Campanulas were still dead but now, there were some Forget-me-nots blooming in the pot instead!
So now, don’t tell anyone! This is just the start. Maybe, just maybe we have a new project – happening all by itself this time. Maybe Mother Nature liked my idea and decided to take it on, herself! What do you think?
An focal scoir: Deartháir eile liom a thóg an pictiúr seo thús. Dúirt sé gur Ceadharlach Bealtaine an t-ainm oifigiúil ar na bláthanna gorma seo (na Gentians) ach go dtugtar Pabhsaeir na Maighdine orthu ar Inis Meáin. (Ach dúirt sé freisin go dtugtar Pabhsaeir na Maighdine ar aon bhláth ghorm ar Inis Meáin). ‘Sé Lus míonla an t-ainm oifigiúil ar na Forget-me-nots ach is maith liomsa Cuimhní na Maighdine a thabhairt orthu. Céard é do mheas?
Isn’t there just something extra special about blue flowers?