It is useful to have younger sisters. That way when your memory goes to blazes you have someone to help you keep track. My sister Cheri in particular has a sturdy filing cabinet in her capacious mind, and is often referred to as The Family Archive. She lives in North Carolina, so it is inconvenient for us to drop by each other’s houses to have dinner or go to a movie. Instead, we have been known to yattety-yat on the phone while making our dinners and then eat them “together” in proper virtual fashion. This is what we were up to the other day when I glanced over the deck rail and saw a patch of forget-me-nots. “Cheri!” I said. “I’m going to take a picture of the forget-me-nots and put it on the blog for you!”
Well. You see how far I got with that. However, Cheri reminded me. So here are the photos I took, cropped and fluffed within an inch of their lives, as I was plagued by bouncy dogs and fading light and, OK, poor skills. They come in blue and pink and white; I thought I’d try to show you all of them and ended up focused on none. You see where greed gets you.
Torch Lake Views 
Cheri Sell
May 29, 2009
Thank you for the lovely forget-me-nots.
Gerry
May 29, 2009
Thank you for reminding me . . .
flandrumhill
May 29, 2009
Forget-me-nots are special in my family. My grandmother’s wedding ring, which my sister has, is encircled with them. They were faded even when my grandmother wore it. Inside, her ring was inscribed with the words ‘forget me not.’ My grandparents’ grave marker is engraved with ‘Forget Me Not’. It’s a lovely thought, and flower.
Thanks for posting. I don’t have any pink ones but I’ll have to take some photos of my blooms on the next sunny day.
Gerry
May 29, 2009
That’s a lovely story, Amy. Thank you for sharing it.