I won't forget

Aren't Forget Me Nots, darling things.  I love the pink buds, the shade of blue and their happy yellow and white centres. You also have to admire the tenacity of their seed when it attaches itself to your sock or to your little hairy dog (but that is another whole, and somewhat long and painful, story).

Today these lovely but tenacious little sweeties urge me to not forget the importance of friendship.  That special sort of friendship where you may only see each other three or so times a year.  The friendship that endures interruptions of  circumstances, time and events.  The type of friendship that, when you are together, you can sink into it like a warm slipper on a Winter's morning.  The sort of friendship that does not judge but isn't uncritical either.  The one where you know each other's stories so well, you can pick up the threads in the time it takes to have a cup of tea or three.

I am very lucky to have a friend like that and she visited today.