To my absolute delight, the flower named Forget-Me-Not have begun blooming in my garden—uninvited and unexpected. I never planted them, yet there they are. And I can’t help but wonder: Are they a quiet whisper from heaven?
Few flowers hold both beauty and meaning so effortlessly. According to legend, the name was born from an old German tale. A knight, gathering these flowers for his beloved beside a riverbank, was swept away by the current. As he drifted out of reach, he tossed the bouquet toward her and cried, “Forget me not!”
A single moment of sorrow.
A story—like the flower itself—so delicate, and achingly beautiful.
Now, each time I pass these tiny blossoms in my garden, it feels as though someone is gently reminding me: Nothing truly precious is ever lost.