Every year I get some forget-me-nots. Sometimes I try plants and sometimes seeds. I haven't been able to get them to grow for years.
I used to have them growing all over my iris bed and spreading everywhere else. They filled in blank spaces and kept the weeds down.
When my father-in-law would visit, he always worked on projects of some sort. When we first moved here he helped us put in flower beds around the yard and worked on many of our house and barn renovation projects. If we were at work while he was visiting, he would keep himself busy with projects until we returned. He liked to be helpful. One day I came home to find that he had cut the old electric wire to the barn with my kitchen paring knife. Another day, I found he had weeded in my iris bed-- and pulled out everything that was not iris. I have not been able to grow the forget-me-nots since! I learned to leave a list for him.
I also fussed at him for using my good scissors on whatever project he was working on. I started hiding them. One year when he came, he brought about a dozen pair of scissors and instructed me to leave them all over the house so that he could find a pair when he needed them.
He had alzheimers but I think we didn't really know then.
So, every year I try to get the forget-me-nots to grow again. I chuckle to myself each spring when I plant them. I feel that the two of us are having a little battle over them and this is his way of making me not forget. Not that I would. It makes me smile each spring when I plant them.
I don't have much hope for these flowers. Yesterday I caught the chickens nibbling them while they were in the wagon.
