A friend gave me one bee balm plant the first year we moved here...it was glorious. Big and purple and tall and all that. I had put it on a fenceline. But it never came back. I kept looking for it the next year, and the next. Oh, well. Then I read about Wild Bergamot; supposedly the precurser or wild form of Bee Balm so I figured why not?
So I planted a flat of it last year. I made a row in the herb garden for it. The plants looked great, but didn't bloom, no matter how much I stood over them and wished for it.
So this year, one or two or three plants came up here and there...and I left them alone, just to see, although I was not impressed! An unforgiveable attitude. Here we are, and this is just one plant, mind you. There are two or three bunched together in the next row. and they have an entirely different personality and are light purple. Then there's one hiding amongst the ox-eyed daisies, and it is very very maroon...good things come to those that wait. Right? Beats the living daylights out of Bee Balm, if you ask me...and the bees think so too.
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