A cornflower grew in my garden.
I love this poem about cornflowers by Cicely Mary Barker:
“‘Mid scarlet of poppies and gold of the corn, In wide-spreading fields were the cornflowers born; But now I look round me and what do I see? That lilies and roses are neighbours to me! There’s a beautiful lawn, there are borders and beds, Where all kinds of flowers raise delicate heads; For this is a garden, and here, a boy blue, I live and am merry the whole summer through. My blue is the blue that I always have worn, And still I remember the poppies and corn.”
I haven’t grown cornflowers for years but I sometimes see them growing along the roadsides where they have been planted as part of a wildflower mix. Love the poem.
Yeah, mine came in a box of mixed wildflowers. I don’t think I’ve ever seen them sold by themselves. I think they’re kind of considered a weed. Seems sad – they’re so pretty.