HET BLAUW VAN VERGEET-MIJ-NIETJES - THE BLUE OF FORGET-ME-NOTS.

De tuin staat weer vol met vergeet-mij-nietjes.  Heb je die eenmaal in de tuin, dan heb je ze voor eeuwig en ik kan zo genieten van dat hemelse blauw....... Omdat er toch meer dan genoeg staan, neem ik er weer een bosje van mee naar binnen.  Er staan er nog op de schoorsteen, maar wat zal ik eens met deze gaan doen, op de tafel zetten?  Ja, maar eerst een paar foto's samen met mijn nieuwe rommelmarkt vondst:  een kaasstolp met vergeet-mij-nietjes, ik vond hem zo mooi dat ik hem niet kon laten staan.  Ik heb ook een flinke bos Leucojum vernum geplukt, het zomerklokje.  Raar, enkele weken geleden dacht ik dat ze door de lange winter verdwenen waren, maar ze zijn er weer en zelfs meer dan ooit.

I have a garden with lots of blue spots of forget-me-nots. Once you have them in your garden, you will have them for ever,  they sow themselves abundantly and I Iove enjoying that heavenly blue.......  Because there are plenty, I take some for our home. There are already blue flowers on the mantelpiece, but what shall I do with these, on the table?  Yes, but first some pictures with my new find of the flea market, a cheese cover with forget-me-nots. It was love at first sight so I bought it.
I also picked a bunch of Leucojum vernum, the summer snowflake. Strange, a few weeks ago I missed them and I thought they had not survived the long winter, but they are there again and even more than ever.

Aan beide zijden van de zomerklokjes, zette ik blauwe bosjes met longkruid, blauwe druifjes en vergeet-mij-nietjes.

On both sides of the summer snowflakes I put blue posies with longwort, grape hyacinths and forget-me-nots.

De vergeet-mij-nietjes kaasstolp heb ik even in de open kast in de serre gezet. 

I put the forget-me-not cheese cover in the open cupboard in the conservatory.

The Sweet Forget-Me-Not

Fancy brings a thougth to mind

Of a flower that's bright and fair

Its grace and beauty both combine

A brighter jewel more rare

Just like a maiden that I know

Who shared my happy lot

She whispered when we parted last

"Oh, you'll forget me not"

She's graceful and she's charming

Like the lily in the pond

Time is flying swiftly by

Of her I am so fond

The roses and the daisies

Are blooming 'round the spot

Where we parted, when she whispered

"You'll forget me not"

W met, I really don't know where

But stillo it's just the same

For love grows in the city streets

As well as in the lane

I gently clasped her tiny hand

Once glance at me she shot

She dropped her flower, I picked it up

'T was the sweet forget-me-not

And then there came a happy time

When something that I said

Caused her li9ps to murmur "Yes"

And shortly we were wed

There is a cott' down in the land

And a tiny plot

Where grows a flower, I know it well

It's the sweet forget-me-not.

                   -traditional from New Foundland

            Recorded by Ian Robb-