Last year (Spring 2009), I vowed to stop fighting two garden menaces that I simply could NOT get rid of: tenacious grapevines growing in the backyard, and a prickle-weed in the front foundation bed.
I had learned a bit more about growing stuff and plant life cycles, and realized that everything flowers. I hadn’t seen the prickle-weed’s flowers because I kept cutting it back so viciously, but had begun to suspect it might be a rose if only I would let it grow.
So, I figured, “if life gives you lemons, I will make lemonade.” I should leave these two obnoxious plants alone for a season or two and see what they could do for me (read about it here – scroll down).
Well, this week, the “prickle-weed” has finally bloomed. They are lightly scented, semi-double miniature roses in what I think is a rather-beguiling shade of red. If anybody happens upon this post and wants to tell me what they’re called, I’d be grateful.
Now, this is not at ALL a plant I would choose for myself. It is pure serendipity, which is probably why I love it so much.
I didn’t choose it; it chose me. I hope it’ll keep me.