Goodbye Lobelia.




 

Lobelia, you did your best to prolong your delicate blooms, but we all know your time to shine is long gone.  With a pouty-lipped flower in a palette of blue, you coated your corners of flower boxes with panache.  Racing the alyssum to maturity, you spent your energy on quantity, sending out a prolific bouquet of tiny landing pads for specific lobelia-bees.  They frolicked amid your bountiful offerings, and even now, in your sunset days, you provide your faithful fans with final flourishes of late-comer blossoms.  We will miss your reaching arms full of offerings, but never fear, there is always next year.

To the compost you will be relegated.  I know your seeds will do you proud.  Wherever I spread the spring layers of compost your offspring will carry on, racing to provide their welcome color and hidden scent to creatures with far more sophisticated senses than this mere human.

All done.

Former glory