Every morning, at the moment, I take time to wander outside into the garden.

My forget-me-nots, which originate from a few plants that I took from my mum’s garden after she died and the house was sold, are in full bloom.

They are everywhere. My partner thinks there are too many of them.

I disagree, despite the fact that they now virtually cover the paving slabs at the far end of the garden, having entirely invaded all the cracks.

And much of the lawn.

I love to see them as they age, fading from almost cornflower to pale sky blue , the plants getting bigger and shaggier until they look like they are frothing as they stir in the breeze.

I ended up sacrificing a few yesterday morning, along with one of those pink primrose plants that have also seeded themselves all over the place, when I pulled out a fat dandelion entangled in their midst.

So I rescued the resulting little posy to adorn the table.

And I sit, thinking of my mum, and the garden that she left behind, as it was, all-abloom in the springtime after her death.

And I remember. ♥