Bleeding Hearts are one of my favourite plants.
I remember, when I was a little girl, my aunt had them all around the front porch of her log house. They were spectacular. A profusion of pink for two weeks or so and then they would die off until the next year. Bleeding hearts make me reminisce about a period of my life that I loved.
Richard and I have some planted down the side of the house. I love photographing these little heart shaped flowers. I wonder why they are called ‘Bleeding’ Hearts?