9. Bleeding Hearts

bleeding hearts

A flower blooms for each one she’s left behind. She’s lost track now. The centuries shamble by. The garden riots. Foxglove and nightshade cry for attention, but always, always the bleeding heart wins.

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3 Responses to “9. Bleeding Hearts”


  1. Good morning, Miz D!

    Your photo project is wonderful — makes me think of all the photos, negatives and slides (oh, thousands of slides!) in boxes in my basement. Haven’t seen most of them in years.

    I’d never seen bleeding hearts ’til I moved to Seattle. We have some in our back yard. Lovely.

    I’ll be back to check in on you later.


  2. We had bleeding hearts in our backyard at our old house. The first year after we moved in I wasn’t sure what they were (the greenery shows up before the flowers) and almost ripped them out thinking they were weeds. How pleasantly surprised I was when these little jewels began blooming!


  3. ::waves back at Kimberly:: I bet you’ve got some great photos in that basement of yours. I have so many slides and negatives I can’t even use for this because I can’t scan them. Maybe next year, eh?

    Jaynee: they’ve always been a favorite of mine and the wild ones around these parts spread quite nicely. I like the surprise of discovering them in new places.