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Monday, May 28, 2007

800th Blog Post

Some Forget-me-not flowers from my back yard.

Some wiki trivia:
"The Forget-me-not is traditionally worn by Newfoundlanders on 1 July in remembrance of those Newfoundlanders that died during the First World War. 1 July was chosen because of the high number of casualties suffered by the Royal Newfoundland Regiment on 1 July 1916 during the Battle of the Somme."

And some blog trivia:
This weblog of mine is now averaging close to 9500 page views per month. That is a huge increase since the days when I first started posting when the numbers were in the range of anywhere between 30-50 per month. Most visitors, however, are coming for the pics of Brigitte Bardot, Lance Armstrong, and Bill Clinton -- all of which are tops in the image search rankings. Although of late, a couple of recent blog-related highlights have included my photos of the heart-shaped shadow photo called Love-Song and the recent pen & ink sketch of Michael Ondaatje.


Blogger Stephen Rowntree said...

What an extraordinary blue, John, reminds me of those Rocket Popsicles we slurped on as kids.

Tuesday, May 29, 2007 10:58:00 PM  
Blogger John MacDonald said...

It is pretty ain't it? One of my neighbours considers this largely a weed flower as it spreads where it is not really wanted. I like it though. Any colour is good amongst the grass.

Tuesday, May 29, 2007 11:26:00 PM  
Blogger Judy said...

To add to the discussion of forget-me-nots, I offer my poem "Impish Blues." Enjoy!

Impish Blues

Forget-me-nots announce the birth of spring.
Tiny blue jumbles in the young grass, not yet mowed.
Sprigs and spurts of pint-sized periwinkle
Run amok in tufts of green.
Creeping roots explore the lawn with great abandon.
Mischievous forget-me-nots refuse to be tidy.
They will not be neatly arranged.
They cannot be artfully composed.
They do not respond to the name
‘Myosotis Alpestris.’
They are not named Elizabeth or Margaret,
But Betsy and Peggy.
Cousin to cowslips and heliotropes,
These impish blues jump in puddles
And arrive at the party with mud on their shoes.
With bonnets all tangled,
They ignore the brick edges of the garden path,
And, following their own tiny way,
Their mouse-ear blue petals skip toward the sapphire sky.

Judy Krum © 2008

Bennington, Vermont, USA

Friday, July 25, 2008 4:34:00 PM  
Blogger John MacDonald said...

thanks for your poem.
a lovely addition to the blog post.

Friday, July 25, 2008 4:58:00 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Ooh- Can I add a poem too? It's part of my poetry book that a friend is going to publish for me. Hope you like it! xxx SD

I shall plant a row of forget-me-nots
I- the forgotten, the substitute person
I'll watch them grow- flourish in the spring
Then wither and die in the winter
(Along with my hopes)
But I shall plant them all the same
Just in case...
I shall plant a garden for you
Within my heart- for you to stay
And there will I wait for you
Patiently breaking
A prisoner in the garden of my dreams
Surrounded by forget-me-nots
And a fountain made of tears
Eternally waiting...

Monday, March 02, 2009 5:34:00 PM  

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