Forget-me-nots are my favorite flowers. Here’s why:
The whole bundle is smaller than a dime, and are the most fabulous shade of pale indigo.
My absolute favorites are alpine forget-me-nots: clusters of tiny, purple perfecion huddling against icy blasts of wind, high up on the tundra at 10,000+ feet. They’re delicate but super hardy, a lacework of loveliness in one of the world’s harshest environments. I find them miraculous.
As a testament to my fondness for those perfect little blooms, I named my wonderful old golden retriever after them. His “ordinary dog” name was Ibsen, but his fancy-breeding name was “Krystal Glen’s Alpine Forget-Me-Not.” He was a beauty, too. And of course, terribly strong. Also: entirely unforgettable.
Related post: My other favorite flower