A year ago tomorrow, my family lost a very special person, my darling Gran. Not a day goes by that I don't think about her.
In the days before she died I spent time with her in her care home, sitting quietly, holding hands and just occassionally speaking. I remember commenting about the pretty flowers on her nightdress, Forget-Me-Nots. The following day I picked a few sprigs from our garden and placed the little posy beside her bed for her to enjoy.
I'm sure this delicate flower that pops up everywhere at this time of year, to cheer it's surroundings, will always remind me of her.
Cutting flowers like this and making posies to dot around our home is something I enjoy doing from this month, right up until the last of the Dhalias bloom in early Autumn.
I find little bottles and bud vases that will hold the tiniest of stems, bringing with them pops of colour from the garden.
Sometimes the vases hold a whole host of colours, especially when the clashing colours of Sweet Peas are brought in. Other times, like this scene suggests, one colour will take centre stage.
I picked up this antique hot water bottle and old pot at the start of this month. I expect the hot water bottle will become a doorstop at some point, but for now it's sat in our hallway, along with other gathered finds.
I'm looking forward to seeing what other colours our garden will provide us with this Summer. For now though, Forget-Me-Nots, I shall treasure you.