I didn't plant them. But one spring day, I saw the first blush of blue in my garden. Just one or two small clumps at first, spreading year by year, until there's a carpet of forget-me-not's at the farm. I love their simple shape, their blue and pink color, their constancy and willingness to thrive.
It's not just on my little plot of ground that they thrive... everywhere I look, I see them. In yards, alongside the roads, and thick carpets of them lining the edge of my favorite trails.
My mother loved them, and loved any signs that nature was overtaking whatever man designed. So when I see the forget-me-not's growing on the side of a trail, I think of her.