I want to write today about those plants who don’t conform to expectations. They are the escapees. They are the plants that manage to free themselves from their assigned spot in the garden and end up in the middle of pathways, on rocks, or even in the woods. They seem to pop up out of nowhere. Do they escape in the dark of night? Is the wind complicit?
There’s a cockiness about these pioneers who leave the safety and security of the pack that I admire. They risk their lives in the hope that either rain or a kind gardener will keep them watered. They also run the very real risk of being stepped on by people who don’t notice them in such odd places. Despite these dangers, some manage to grow and thrive in their outside-the-garden patch of dirt or pavement crack. I admire their spunk. They are not unlike the poets and explorers who march to a different drummer and enrich our lives. So my hat is off to the stalwart escapees. May you continue to escape and prosper and show up as unexpected delights in our lives.