My very favorite “weed”, and one I think should replace the Forget Me Not (though that one is gorgeous) as our state flower. This captures the feelings it evokes so well. Beginning of summer, full of possibilities:
But as summer ends, it’s more like this:
I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.
I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.
