A number of years ago we met a little elderly lady who was basically alone in the world. She was the sweetest little lady and we quickly formed a close friendship. She loved flowers, but in her elderly state she was unable to get outside and take care of them. Her gardens were overrun with weeds, but you could see that at one point in time they had been beautiful. Over the couple of years that we knew her, she had given me a number of seeds and starts from her flowers; and these weren't just random gifts, it was important to her because near the end of her life she thanked me for perpetuating her flowers. One of the flower starts she gave me was a forget-me-not. This spring the forget-me-nots have been beautiful, and I honestly can never see them without thinking of my dear friend, Olga.