We go way back, me and the humble little forget-me-not. I adore them - I always have. There's nothing quite like a garden flush with a million specks of robin's egg blue at the very start of spring.
My Dad, however, doesn't share my fondness for forget-me-nots. As sweet as they look, they're actually pretty vicious when it comes to their ability to, uh, thrive. Well, dominate, really. So he thinks the fewer the better and has been known to yank them clear out of the ground by the dozens.
But that's one of the things I like about them. They're small and fragile looking, but their diminutive stature belies their strength. And their ability to return to my garden, doubled and tripled in number, each and every year.
They're survivors. And my God, I have to admire that.
January 6, 2009
I will never forget.
1 comment:
Yes, that totally looks like a forget-me-not. And I think I'll plant a patch or two of them in my front garden in the spring. Do I need to start them indoors or can I sow the seed directly in the ground?
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