Finding something unexpected and bringing simple pleasure. When I step out of my house in the morning, at the foot of the steps, a single plant, Myosotis, has chosen to grow there, a Forget-Me-Not. I didn’t plant it. It is growing in the stone driveway by the foot scraper-poor soil probably-but it is a cheerful sight to see in the morning and when I go in at night, there it is bright and cheery. I probably have over a hundred species growing in my yard, and I enjoy them all. But somehow the plant that comes up on its own, with no help from me, is the one that catches my imagination. A lot of my plants, Flowering Tobacco, Verbena, Bonariensis, and wild flowers, choose to pick their own spot, and it is always the right one. Hyssop and Corydalis always come back where they pick. How many times have you tried to grow something? Pick a spot, compost it and fertilize it, give it the best of care – wait – wait- and wait – nothing!
The out of the blue, or should I say the good earth? There is, a lone flower that has picked it’s own best spot. And it grows just for me. Serendipity!
