Flowers

The violets in the mountains have broken the rocks. ~Tennessee Williams

As my husband and I were working outside on Monday around noon, I made my way to the flower bed in the backyard around the outhouse. Yes, an outhouse. It was here on the farm when we purchased that land in 1975 and we have never removed it. My husband uses it for storage--rakes, shovels, all of those stand up gardening and yard tools. Years ago we replaced the overgrown vegetation around it with a more orderly flower garden. Well, not so much flowers but plants. Most of the green stuff there is of the hosta variety, with a few other plants thrown in---poppies, some rampant creeping things that smell when I remove them (actually they stink when pulled from the ground).

Last year I planted a bleeding heart there and had forgotten about it. Back to the 'made my way to the flower bed in the backyard around the outhouse.' My attention was captured by some bursts of red and white---the bleeding hearts had bloomed! What a surprise! Really, I had completely forgotten about that new plant. It is alive and well, and BLOOMING, by the outhouse.

I am always amazed at flowers that seem to pop up in unlikely places. Violets on rocks, as Tennessee Williams mentioned, little white flowers scattered around a pole, daffodils that poke their heads through the snow. Mother Nature has a mind of her own.