Just a short Thursday post. Now the evening are getting lighter and I can see to walk around the garden when I get home from work, I took a little inspection preamble around my plot this evening.
I have two dumping places, not wanting to be greedy. One is down the side of The Shed where I put all my broken pots and those pots where the plants have died, or the bulbs are spent. I do always have good intentions of sorting them out. It is, however, a case of out of sight and out of mind. Then something lovely happens.
During my wander, I thought I would have a little tidy up by The Shed and I came across these little daffodils, blooming happily despite being forgotten and neglected. It’s as if they are saying, “Forget me if you will, but I won’t forget to bloom”.
The other spot is my greenhouse. I know that Aquilegia self-seeds everywhere, but this little seed tucked itself into a small gap between the greenhouse and shelving and found its way into a crack in the paving. I don’t have the heart to pull it up, it looks so happy there, and like the daffodil, it is a sign of how resilient Nature can be. How else would evolution happen?
Where is the strangest place you find things growing in your garden?