I’ve always really liked Forget-me-nots, even when going through anti-flower (aka must not be a predictable girl) phases. Perhaps they’re small enough and unfrilly enough to get a pass. There’s a tiny, peachy, mystery wildflower that I see occasionally that falls into the same category.
This year, we had about a week of blue before the Forget-me-nots all got mowed down. Boo. The dandelions got mowed down with them, much to both kids’ dismay (and mine). I get that some people have allergies, but, beyond that, I really don’t understand the dandelion hate. Maybe they don’t get presented with as many dandelion bouquets as I do.