Tell me what is not to love about this plant? If you try I shall ignore you. I am smitten. This is why. The Latin name, Omphalodes cappadocica, is pure poetry, rolling off the tongue like golden syrup. The common name, navelwort, is always worthy of a chortle. The flower, as blue as an imagined spring morning, is pure perfection. Enough, in fact more than enough.