These little Forget Me Nots were reaching for daylight through the slats of a bench at Ayrlies Garden. I can never go past these tiny flowers without taking photos because they remind me of my grandad.
What a magical composition. If I look hard enough I can see fairies.......
Forget me Nots always remind me of my parents. They grew them when I was a child.
Forget me Nots always remind me of my parents. They grew them when I was a child.