Thus Spake The Baby Blue Eyes


Image credits: Teerayut Hiruntaraporn



What would have happened if this ground remained as a military base as it was formerly? You’d probably hear voices of ammunitions and blood even today. But we have erased the last trace of war from the very air around here; we, the teeny, tiny blooms. We have made this part of the planet a floral paradise.


I am Baby Blue Eyes of the Boraginaceae plant family, dwelling in this Hitachi Seaside Park in Japan. If you wish to see me come between April and the early week of May when I lol with four and a half million of my sisters and brothers stretching over 190 hectares, seeing the humans’ futile attempt to take a ‘person free landscape photo’. I have heard them say, ‘Anyway we’ll photoshop them out of here, later.’ Do the tourists from all over the world flock to see how we blend the ground and the spring sky! They gasp, ‘Surreal!’ The Japanese call this, ‘Nemophila Harmony’. Nemophila, is another name for us. But what’s in a name?


No, I am gravely mistaken. Doesn’t the name Hiroshima or Nagasaki send chill down your spine? Fukushima? And Chernobyl? I hear Chernobyl has a happy ending? People say, trees have taken over. Researchers have seen brown bears, lynxes, European bison, boar and Przewalski’s horses are thriving there. Hurrah for biodiversity! Sorry to say but it is an unexpected side effect of evacuating people from the area.



Image: Proyecto TREE/Sergey Gaschack


However I love humans. All the world is my family. If you give me a little space in your garden I assure you I won’t harm a single plant. I’d rather create a sky drop on your green spot. I look quite pretty as a hanging plant as well as a potted one. If you decide to have me in your home I’ll snuggle into your heart. My promise.

(307 Words)



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