How The Blossoms Came To The Heather

: The Book Of Nature Myths

Only a little while after the earth was made, the trees and plants came

to live on it. They were happy and contented. The lily was glad because

her flowers were white. The rose was glad because her flowers were red.

The violet was happy because, however shyly she might hide herself away,

some one would come to look for her and praise her fragrance. The daisy

was happiest of all because every child in the world loved her.


The trees and plants chose homes for themselves. The oak said, "I will

live in the broad fields and by the roads, and travelers may sit in my

shadow." "I shall be contented on the waters of the pond," said the

water-lily. "And I am contented in the sunny fields," said the daisy.

"My fragrance shall rise from beside some mossy stone," said the violet.

Each plant chose its home where it would be most happy and contented.

There was one little plant, however, that had not said a word and had

not chosen a home. This plant was the heather. She had not the sweet

fragrance of the violet, and the children did not love her as they did

the daisy. The reason was that no blossoms had been given to her, and

she was too shy to ask for any.

"I wish there was some one who would be glad to see me," she said; but

she was a brave little plant, and she did her best to be contented and

to look bright and green.

One day she heard the mountain say, "Dear plants, will you not come to

my rocks and cover them with your brightness and beauty? In the winter

they are cold, and in the summer they are stung by the sunshine. Will

you not come and cover them?"

"I cannot leave the pond," cried the water-lily.

"I cannot leave the moss," said the violet.

"I cannot leave the green fields," said the daisy.

The little heather was really trembling with eagerness. "If the great,

beautiful mountain would only let me come!" she thought, and at last she

whispered very softly and shyly, "Please, dear mountain, will you let me

come? I have not any blossoms like the others, but I will try to keep

the wind and the sun away from you."

"Let you?" cried the mountain. "I shall be contented and happy if a dear

little plant like you will only come to me."

The heather soon covered the rocky mountain side with her bright green,

and the mountain called proudly to the other plants, "See how beautiful

my little heather is!" The others replied, "Yes, she is bright and

green, but she has no blossoms."

Then a sweet, gentle voice was heard saying, "Blossoms you shall have,

little heather. You shall have many and many a flower, because you have

loved the lonely mountain, and have done all that you could to please

him and make him happy." Even before the sweet voice was still, the

little heather was bright with many blossoms, and blossoms she has had

from that day to this.