"I do love that little creeping forget-me-not, Myosotis palustris, sometimes known as the swamp forget-me-not: it clings so closely to the ground, forming an exquisite little carpet of blue. It has sown itself in the crevices of the stone paving outside the cabin door, and is creeping about unobtrusively to the delight of everyone who beholds it." "Letters to Garden Lovers", Australian Home Beautiful, January 1938. "The Wayward Ones. Yes, that's what they are - wayward! I decided this morning that forget-me-nots are in league with foxgloves. That new little track through the viburnum border was to have been a primrose path. 'We'll have primroses here', we said brightly, surveying the freshly turned-up earth, and if only our hearing had been more acute we would probably have heard the forget-me-nots chipping in with their, 'No, you won't. WE'RE going to be here'." "Letters to Garden Lovers", Australian Home Beautiful, November 1941.