About a month and a half ago I was wandering around my house. I have chosen to keep things quite bare and sparse for a garden and flower bed. That is based both on the fact that Jill mostly looked after the choice of flowers, and that I was adjusting to a “new normal.”
In my wandering, I saw a small plant. New to me – unexpected. I didn’t know how to tend the plant other than to water the soil. Most days I would again check to see that the flower was still blooming. As I became more attached, I contemplated how else I could keep the colors of life in this amazing plant.
I had a planter filled with the soil that had nurtured other plants from other years. I brought the pot out, placing it where the sun would shine. In the planter was other green growth. Not too much to smother a new transplant.
With a mind to bring the newness into my plant world, I carefully brought the flower, for which I really didn’t have a name, over to the planter and placed it there. For the last while I have watered and tended. Today, I love what I see!
Good for you. Jill would be tickled pink !
Hey lil’ bro! That is a white violet. A beautiful plant! Mom used to love growing violets – I remember her growing them in the back yard on Simpson Ave. when we were kids. Of course her’s were the more common purple violets — you know, violet coloured violets! (lol)