Why am I just now appreciating this beauty, growing on the bank between ‘Fireworks’ goldenrod and several native asters? Is it because this year’s stand is thicker — the flowers bluer — than last year?
My American (or Tall) bellflower has been growing in the same spot for several years, but the plant was so straggly-looking, I glanced right over it, thinking it was a weed. Why I didn’t pull it up, I don’t know, although I generally give suspected weeds the benefit of the doubt, just in case I take out a treasure and regret it later. This means some plants get a free pass longer than they should.
I’m so glad Campanulastrum americana got to stay, and will remain, for as long as it’s happy and wants to grow here. I love the hue and composition of its flowers, the candelabra structure of the plant, and the way the blooms contrast with the pastels of nearby spiderwort and summer phlox.
There’s a lesson here: to pay attention, investigate, and not make assumptions about things — garden or otherwise. Mother Nature — teacher –comes through, once again!