Forget me not when you are happy
Cast on me one little thought
In the depth of thine affection
Plant one sweet forget -me-not
From my mother’s memory, she’s is good at remembering poems
Today’s springtime forget-me-nots opposite her home, Lincolnshire, UK
(No, she doesn’t live in the graveyard quite yet, that stone is not her heavenly front door…)
From a 1″ tight bud on Friday lunchtime, swelling to 8″ lush conversions in burgundy and coral this afternoon.
The expanding Rose Rooms available:
Sunset with light lemon fragrance
Strawberry ice parlour gradually unfolding.
Thank you’s and get wells cost nothing.
Double headed peonies and scented roses set an example.