What sneaks into the picture!

This morning I was glancing at the one outdoor flower pot I’ve watched over this year.  We used to have upwards of a half dozen pots or more.  Graced with petunias and willowy strands of other plants I couldn’t name (I usually left that to Jill or the plastic label that came with the plant).

This year, Marilyn, bought me a hanging pot.  No muss, no fuss, just place water in the pot when dryness set in.  Not a gregarious set of plants – pink petunias and another small white flowered vine type of plant.  I think she may have known that I wasn’t about to put together and care for a lot more plants.

Back to this morning.  I ride my stationary bike each morning looking out onto the front porch and the planter.  I blinked a bit.  There was now a pinkish type of flower on a crawling vine.  Where did that come from?  It wasn’t there to begin with.

I guess in life there are seeds planted that don’t blossom until later in life.  And we’re not even sure what to call “the happening.”  Other than good!!