We do silly things.
Sometimes it works out and sometimes it doesn’t. Sometimes it’s fun to not stress and just see what happens.
This summer my husband made an impulse purchase at a big box store (he tends to do that) of a $9.00 bag of wildflower seeds. He spread the entire bag in an unadorned natural area of our backyard. “What the heck?” I’d said. It’s not like I had any better ideas, or any intention of working on the spot myself. Besides, I’m like a kid when it comes to seeds. I love the anticipation of germination.
It turned out to be a long wait. In fact, we had just about given up hope until last month when the first random blooms started to erupt.
Mind you, we have quite a few weeds growing there, so until the wildflowers started to bloom, we really didn’t know which was which. Now, as you can see, we have a variety of wild flowers popping up. Well, maybe you can’t, but they are there. I took close-ups to prove it.
Hey — It’s a Start!
Okay, I admit, it’s hardly a mass crop. But it is a nice sampling of color, including red, blue, lavender, gold, orange and hot pink. We suspect the birds ate about 90% of the seeds. But what has bloomed is so pretty and
so natural looking, I told my husband we should just invest another nine bucks next spring, feed some more birds, and see what else pops up. They’re wild, so I’m sure what did come up will continue to reseed, and maybe in about 3 years we will have that lush wildflower garden. Compared to the seasonal fortune we’ve spent on flowers in the past, maybe this wasn’t such a silly investment after all.
For now I’m content (even delighted) to watch what emerges from the pine straw. I take a color inventory most mornings when I take out my dog, Abner, for a quick lift of the leg. With any luck, his markings will help keep the deer away.