This year, I have Columbines springing up everywhere. The one pictured here is one of my favourites. I love its intense colour. What amazes me is that this is the first year when leafminers have not ravaged the Columbine leaves.
For the letter C?
There’s candytuft, and cornflower blue,
Campanula and Crocus too,
Chrysanthemum so bold and fine,
And pretty dancing Columbine.
Yes, Columbine! The choice is she;
And with her, see,
An elfin piper, piping sweet,
A little tune for those light feet
That dance among the leaves and flowers
In someone’s garden.
(Is it ours?)
What I just learned from reading at www.rook.org is that Columbines have been in cultivation both in Europe and in North America since the 1600s. According to this website:
Native Americans used infusions from different parts of the plant for a variety of ailments from heart trouble to fever and even as a wash for poison-ivy. When pulverized, the seeds, a commodity of intertribal commerce, were rubbed on the hands by men as a love charm and also used in some tribes as a man’s perfume.