Each spring for the past several years, I have been posting photos of Forget-Me-Nots.
The story about them is that almost thirty years ago Cuppa asked my father to transplant some of his Myosotis to our yard. He did.
We enjoyed them in our Sarnia garden for the best part of twenty-five years before we moved all of the way across province. When we moved, we brought some f these plants with us — or at least Thesha had a year or two previously.
I thought we might lose Dad’s forget-me-nots completely for a few years because we were down to a few scrawny specimens, but now, almost three decades later and more than 600km/400mi away as well as several gardens later, they are flourishing.
It pleases me to know that they’re all descendants of the few little flowers that Dad transplanted to our previous home all those years and miles ago.
I suppose now that they’re so well established, I should refrain from bothering you with what has become an annual update. 🙂