A forgotten forget-me-not
Oh, gosh!! I forgot the place. It's still in the car.! That's what I told my girlfriend when we've been chatting for a while.. Forgetful, I sometimes am. Or rather, a little tangled. Actually I'm quite a bit of a mess, but I never had any problems with that.
In the car it was very hot, so I took out a half-dilapid plant in a bag from the trunk.. Because today I went to see my parents. In the beautiful large garden, always neatly maintained by my father, I saw some forget-me-nots there. That would be nice to have in our own garden, I thought. So I pulled one, neatly and with policy, out of the ground.
In our own garden there is still room. There are not many small, nice or beautiful plants. We only have some very strong plants such as succulents, forest ferns, ivy and a dangerous pricking yucca. They just grow, even though they are forgotten...
The forget-me-not-you didn't want to be forgotten, but it's still a forget-me-well...
Je kunt ze trouwens makkelijk in de berm terugvinden al weet ik niet of ze nog na mei bloeien.