Discovery: The Successes Not Our Own

Oregano volunteers in the lawn

… or those which we dug up from our parents’ homes planted in a pot, watched die and planted in the ground thinking all hope was lost…

Purple shamrock blossoms

… or those gifted from our friends’ parents’ homes (which may or may not have come baring a nest of fire ants) and we tucked away in the shade.

Miniature red rose

Some of my plants have become like old friends that great me as the soil warms. They bring cherished predictability amidst the sporadic nature of vegetable gardening. Who are your old friends? Post a link to a blog post or pictures so we can all visit them!