Earlier this year, JT and I got matching tattoos on our left forearms. I have to say that I rather liked it and knew pretty quickly that my first tattoo would not be my last, though I had no specific plans. But I kept thinking about flowers and plants and once my dad died, I knew.
My love of plants and gardens is the biggest gift my father gave me. I will miss talking plants with him and I decided to keep those memories close to me for the coming years. Gardening is about growing things; it's taught me the value of patience. In this 56th year of my life, a year when I am once-again sorting out who I am and who I will be, a reminder to look anew at life seems fitting.
This flower, a forget-me-not, is on my inner right wrist. I can see it whenever I like but can tuck it away if I please. It's a welcome reminder of my dad and the joy he took in growing things. My dad was not the tattoo type and he likely would not have approved. But I do think that he would understand the power of a floral talisman to keep me company and guard my memories.
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