It isn’t every spring we deign to make an appearance. Some years, our gruelling schedule takes its toll and we break from our usual, annual touring schedule. Last spring, was one such time. None of us can recall the source of our fatigue, but no matter. This year, we decided to appear with our full touring entourage.
Usually we like to perform solo from every corner of the garden. This year, however, we’ve decided to do things a bit differently.
We formed several quartets that live up to the name most people know us by – Northern Fairy Candelabra (Androsace septentrionalis). There are also the usual solo performers who provide us with backup. ‘Most years, we limit our touring to western parts of Canada and the United States. Some people call us Pygmyflowers too. We prefer to be thought of as Candelabra though.
While we are sometimes viewed as weeds in farmers’ fields, we are mostly beloved as native wildflowers. What isn’t there to love about us? Our white flowers appear high above our slender, toothed leaves and remind people of flickering candlelight. Each of our performances make every garden and field a much lovelier place.
When we have completed our final performances, we "do not go gentle into that good night." Rather, we finish out the summer setting seeds for next year’s possible return. As our leaves turn a beautiful reddish colour, we "rage, rage against the dying light."
Whenever we start blooming, one gardener is reminded of the song, Wildflowers, by The Trio – Linda Ronstadt, Emmylou Harris and Dolly Parton (1987).
I hitched a ride with the wind
and since he was my friend
I just let him decide where we’d go
When a flower grows wild
It can always survive
Wildflowers don’t care where they grow.
Stay tuned for our much-anticipated performances. We prefer to wait until the Liverlilies are finished before taking front and centre stage.