Wildflower in Me

About 6 six years ago I did something brilliant. I visited a nearby wildflower festival. For a buck or two I bought some indigenous plants for my yard. They were perfect for a non-green thumber. Yeah, that's me. When it comes to plants, if it can't raise itself, it may not live.

Crazy considering I spent my summers out in the country with my grandpa who kept an immaculate garden and I helped him pick and shuck corn, pick and snap beans, pick tomatoes, dig potatoes, and on and on.

That was a great foundation but I am different. I know who I am and I work with it. Considering my lack of plant nurturing skills, those beautiful Florida wildflowers have not done me dirty. Every blooming season is a surprise too. Every Easter Daffodils I planted suddenly poke out of the ground in my front yard. While every summer my mystery plant shines in my backyard.

Sadly, I don't even know the name of the mystery plant in my backyard but I love the surprise it yields. The long green leaves seem to wilt and out of nowhere pop up to life again. They bloom a beautiful pinkish flower. This year I had two blooms instead of one. I never know what to expect!

That silly mystery plant spoke to me this morning. My personality is much like it. In the first pic, you can see the flower rearranged its perimeter. It busted past the boundary lines I set for it because it had to. I love that. It would not be defined by the spot I designated for it. The "box" I put it in. Like the plant, I always show up but I can be arbitrary. Big word to say unpredictable. You never know what surprise will pop up and pop out but it will always be entertaining. That, I guess, is the wildflower in me.