Forget-Me-Not

Yesterday as I listened to the radio, a most lovely tune came across the airwaves: Chopin’s Etude in E Major. Music says so many things that words cannot say. This melody penned by one of the Masters touches my heart. Poignant, haunting, lovely, passionate–all those things. It typifies sadness, hope, love remembered.

In the container garden, the forget-me-not is finally blooming. I neglected to plant it in the spring and so it was late getting started. I didn’t know whether it would  bloom before frost or not, but it did! Somehow, that forget-me-not, the unassuming, beautiful wildflower is the floral equivalent of Chopin’s unforgettable music. And, after all, aren’t flowers the visual form of a lovely melody, seen or heard for a short time but, like love, carried in my heart forever.