I remembered something from when I was little, that actually carries some sentimental value to me.

Phlox flowers, particularly Creeping Phlox.

I don't remember why it's a valued memory, but I remember that a worker at my Poppy's old job (a plant nursery)

Introduced Phlox to me, by telling me.

"When you see these flowers, think a flock of geese."

I have no clue why that memory stuck but it did-