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Usage examples of forget-me-not.

It was beautiful, and unashamedly romantic, and Fran sighed as the saleslady pointed out a tiny bunch of blue forget-me-nots embroidered inside the hem.

That was the day of Souvenirs, Tokens, Forget-me-nots, Bijous, and all that class of showy annuals.

Now I picked the creamy primroses and the nodding bluebells, bright celandine and hidden violets and forget-me-nots like pieces of fallen sky, for no other reason than that they were beautiful.

He walked slowly in his evening pumps up a thin path between columbines and peonies, late tulips, forget-me-nots, and pansies peering up in the dark with queer, monkey faces.

It was festooned with flowers: bluebells and foxgloves and harebells and daffodils, but also with violets and lilies, with tiny crimson dog-roses, pale snowdrops, blue forget-me-nots and a profusion of other flowers Dunstan could not name.

It was styled like an old-fashioned crinoline, the overskirt lifted at the hem, draped and caught with tiny sprigs of forget-me-nots and lilies of the valley.

Also meadow-sweet, meadow-rue, and comfrey of every shade of purple, the water avens and forget-me-not, also that loveliest plant the bog-bean, with trefoil leaves and feathery blossoms.

Beneath them were borders of mixed traditional cottage garden plants--peonies, hollyhocks, delphiniums, forget-me-nots, which seeded themselves and ran half-wild, aquileas, which did the same thing, producing their pretty pink and white flowers, and catmint, which was invariably flattened by next door's fat ginger tom-cat whom she hadn't the heart to evict from his favourite patch of the scented plant.

There was an intensely blue forget-me-not, the petals so suffused with warming anthocyanins that they were nearly purple-the color that the Martian sky would achieve at around 230 millibars, according to Sax's'calculations on the drive to Arena.

There was an intensely blue forget-me-not, the petals so suffused with warming anthocyanins that they were nearly purple—the color that the Martian sky would achieve at around 230 millibars, according to Sax’s calculations on the drive to Arena.

There was an intensely blue forget-me-not, the petals so suffused with warming anthocyanins that they were nearly purple—the color that the Martian sky would achieve at around 230 millibars, according to Sax’s’calculations on the drive to Arena.

Beside the girl lay a shattered vase and aspray of blue-white forget-me-nots.

And in the midst of this rabble, serene as the Virgin Mother in her barnful of shepherds and scabby livestock, one amazing, beautiful thing: a large, oval white platter painted with delicate blue forget-me-nots, bone china, so fine that sunlight passes through it.

She has a knot of soft, crimpy, brown hair with a thread of gray in it, a sunny face with rosy cheeks, and big, kind eyes as blue as forget-me-nots.

In the most forlorn and arid and dismal one of all, where the racked and splintered debris was thickest, where the ancient patches of snow lay against the very path, where the winds blew bitterest and the general aspect was mournfulest and dreariest, and furthest from any suggestion of cheer or hope, I found a solitary wee forget-me-not flourishing away, not a droop about it anywhere, but holding its bright blue star up with the prettiest and gallantest air in the world, the only happy spirit, the only smiling thing, in all that grisly desert.