forget-me-not

Walking up to Rocky Pond in Pine Hill Park yesterday. Heard the sound of a thrush, but couldn't tell if it was a hermit thrush or a wood thrush. Sound of a woodpecker. Saw a small blue wildflower that makes its appearance at this time of year. Remember seeing it a few years ago, but couldn't remember its name. Looked it up in my wildflower book, it's called a forget-me-not. Uh, oh yeah.

To me the meanest flower that blows can give thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
William Wordsworth
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