Forget-me-not by Unity
Myosotis sylvatica/ arvensis
Planetary
Ruler: Venus
Element:
Water
Gender:
Female
Magical properties:
Protection, true love, memory, clarity, success
The border
in my front garden is full of forget-me-nots at the moment. I love these pretty
delicate flowers, that self-seed and take over the border, although I know some
people see them as invasive weeds. When I was trying to decide what plants to
add to an ancestor altar this week as part of a course I am doing, I immediately
thought that Forget-me-not would be perfect for it and popped a few into a
small vase for it.
Forget-me-not
is a short-lived perennial that prefers shady damp soils, they seem to like my
border, which doesn't get much sun. The generic name 'Myosotis' means 'mouse
ear' and refers to the shape of the leaves. The flowers are usually blue, but
can also be white, pink and violet.
Somerset
folk wore forget-me-not to protect them from Witches in the month of May. It
was also a remedy for snake and dog bite.
Forget-me-not
was once called 'Scorpion grass' as the curled flower heads were thought to
resemble scorpion tails.
Henry IV
adopted forget-me-not as his emblem in 1398.
In the
Victorian language of flowers, Forget-me-not symbolised true love, friendship
and remembrance.
In Germany
forget-me-nots were planted on graves for remembrance and worn by lovers to
ensure they would not forget each other while they were apart.
I've found a
couple of stories about Forget-me-nots. The first tells of a young goat herder
who found a beautiful small blue flower in a meadow and attached it to his
crook as he sat against a rock to rest. As he did a small man with pointed ears
appeared before him and told him that if he tapped the rock with the flower
three times something amazing would happen. He then vanished. The young man did
as he was told and was startled when the rock split in half to reveal a flight
of steps leading down to a large chamber. As he started down the stairs he
heard the little man's voice telling him to 'remember the most important'. He
made his way down the stairs and couldn't believe his eyes when he entered the
chamber and saw that it was filled with piles of gold, silver and precious
jewels. He flung his crook down and filled his rucksack to the brim with the
treasures. When it was so full he could hardly carry it, he picked up his crook
and made his way back up the stairs and went home as quick as he could. When he
got there he excitedly told his wife about his good fortune and tipped the
rucksack onto the table. The treasures had vanished, in in their place was a
pile of dust. The goat herd couldn't believe his eyes and dashed back to the
rock. The gap had vanished and all that remained was a tiny crack. He peered
into the crack but could not see anything. As he stood up he again heard the
little man's voice saying, ' remember the most important - forget-me-not' It
was then the man remembered the little blue flower, he checked his crook, but
it was gone. From that day on the meadow was full of the little blue flowers,
but although he picked them and tapped them on the rock many times it never
opened again.
Legend tells
that a medieval German Knight was picnicking on the bank of the Danube with his
lady love. He walked down the bank to the water's edge to gather some dainty
blue flowers, but tragedy struck, a flash flood suddenly appeared and pulled
the young man into the river. As he was swept away he tossed the bouquet to his
lady on the bank and shouted 'Forget-me-not!'
Sources:
Herbcraft -
Anna Franklin and Susan Lavender
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