My dear flower

The evening in the garden. The time of forget-me-nots... Seeing this flower, a picture of it or only hearing or reading the name takes me back to my childhood. I played a vernal arousing forget-me-not in my first school play when the summer vacation was beginning. I was so small (I still am as a short statured person;) and I had a big blue flower on the top of my head. Every pupil played different flower and a fairy was souring to arouse everyone from the winter sleep, hibernation. I was the last, nearest summer time.