Forget-Me-Not

It was a bit hard to get a shot of these little flowers in the gusting winds today. But, I prevailed. Seemed appropriate to the times.

And a friend gave me the seeds from the little flowers in her yard. I dubiously buried them in my poor, clay soil. The next spring, little clumps of leaves began to appear.

A tiny plant that faces its cold arrival and comes back year after year. It has ugly leaves but pretty, delicate flowers. Yet that does not hold it back from making its impact.